Ek dude listen up

You would have to kick a thousand *bars* juss to be as fresh as me/(bars of soap)
I snatch mics aggressively, Battlin me is like givin Einstein a quiz, theres no sense in testin' me
I'll slice you with blades so youll rest in piece/(peace)
I'll throw jabs with mic in hand and give ya teeth *Gaps* and attach C-4 to ya Old Navy fleece
Yo rap Tactiz are wack, you wouldn't be impressive with the mic if you trained it to do back flips
Im know to crack hip wit phat scripts spitin lyrics till Im dehydrated wit chap lips
Emcees think im from the mid west tha way i bring Missouri/[misery]
I spit wit fury, every phrase causes you another in-jury
Your a feminine rapper *just hittin' puberty*,you on ya *first period* like students in tha mournin'
Im a give u a verbal warnin' hop inside my Ford, honk my horn then, leave dents in ya skeleton and start swervin'
I'll damage ya, have you like Soul Food, movie and series, two different cast
Let tha truth be unmasked, my punches are so savier you wont live past tha blast
My punches are spoken so fast all you'll hear is tha crowd start to laugh
Let's see, one injured emcee plus two verbal assaults equals an easy victory for ICE PICK shit you do tha math
These skills is too profound for to apprehend-A-win
My words'll push your thoughts back so instead of posting a verse u'll try to Sign in-A-gain
EK be my guest & get HYPED cause I'm like rit-A-lin
U couldn't FREAK it if U battled in the MISSIONARY position'