I'm the sickest part-in-this , you're whipped-and-armorless w/ scythes-and-guarded-fists
this-kids-been-targeted ,leave infamuz crossing over like a shift-in-cartilage
its hopeless-dude , no-respect....i 'll-keep-yallz writtenz-clowned
yall got tha crowd-on-there-feet... coz who throws tomatoes-sittin-down
watch as my-mind-trickles stabbin ya spine-with-missles & ice-sickles
mite-ripples as i produce fire to leave infamuz "two-tired" like most-"bicycles"
our stray rounds will make u lay-down ... holdin-weight?... well mah bullets-straight-graze-pounds
get-away-clown ... mah punches are sick... infamuz got no-swings like-ghetto-playgrounds

Simple Finisher:

blaze-ya-eyelidz , u ain't got the balls it'd take-to-try-it
this fake-is-quiet , so i'll grab his neck n break-the-silence!!