My clock stopped cause it's time to win, when this battle began, I had you tryna pull yourself together like open skin engulfed in a hydrogen peroxide solution...
With text I'm a rap druid, massacrin' your losses&addin' another slash to it, your rep I'll hack through it, toss the remains of your name into a desert plain drenched in a black fluid...
Settin' clocks for death cause now it's your time, literally "blast" your rhymes, the results of leavin' you bound to an unknown airlines' plane's gas turbine...
with a plastered mind your flow is being "drunken", I think I've stepped closer to wackness&commited a rap sin, cause I battled this kid even though I already knew he couldn't win...



I'll spit 10 bars and rip you apart/ with a sharp glass shard through the chest bisecting then dissecting the ventricles of your heart...
Pull fat out out of your arteries until your bladder leaks/ connect your small intestine to jumper cables connected to car batteries...
I scatter-brain matter-of these weak emcees/ claimin' they hot but catchin' fevers spittin' 32 and below degreez...
Verbal's on his knees, part of what happens when bitches don't act right/ thinkin' you mad tight, you'll catch smacks from the back of my five-fingers then I snatch mics...
Put ya on spot like a flashlight, finish you with an openin'/ to show I'm doper than a fag who wouldn't have a chance to beat me with Jennifer Lopez's hands...


Quick shit....