aiiight heres ma verse.... good luck...

The name is bLiNkZ flows sicker than rabies/
Bullet holes in the sound booth while your rappin and leave you lazy/
Ill take it old skool, make like a tree and leave/
Bout to pressurize the room, make it hard for you to breath/
You feeling backed in, Cornered, strapped in/
Put the barrel in ya mouth/
Feel the heat from the mack 10/
Put a hole throo ya neck big enough to eat throo/
B4 i blow ya brains yes it was nice to meet you/
Strip ya ass naked and hit you wit glass bottles/
Then tie rope around ya dick start the car and hit the throttle/
Battling me is like wakin up to a cold shower/
Shivering, shakin left wit goose bumps for hours/
More guns than max power that spray like summer showers/
My verse hits wit the impact force of a semi trailer/
You better off duelin, wit Ya yugio deck/
Cause every time I battle it leaves long term effect/
Like needing a psychiatrist to discuss ya issues/
And needing a mortician the way everybody gone miss you/
Ill shatter ya bones like a broken cd/
The way they protrude from ya body ya dont need 3d/
I really bring a gun when im just shootin the breeze/
Put ya mind at ease, leave ya brains all over ya sleeves/
Ill push ya back to the front like you brushin a short fade/
And leave you in the same hospital that tupac layed/
Bullets make ya vibrate like 12 inche sub woofers/
Have ya coughin up blood like you over dosed and im the pusher/
You gone need more than kotex to suck this up/
Youll never be back to normal the way I fucked you/
You might as well of seen ya life flash b4 ya eyes/
You kno they say thats what happens right b4 y die/
Im the best thing that happen to you since you started/
Now you finally get the chance and shit sounds distorted/