Your Verse must B On BirthControl cuz Even Tha slightest Menstral Seed of a Punch ain't CUMmin through 2 grace-my-cheeks/

I'll intubate n enforce-tha-threat while i control-ya-breath n make ya lungs Explode while I multiply a Forcefull-set/
Make u answer tha horn-of-Debt While Punchin Your Face so hard it'll make ya Head Ringin so u cud really Call-upon-tha-death//

I'll deduct-ur-miss, then destruct-ya-ribs, till u can tuck ur own head under ur own legs and self suck-ya-dick//
Take it a step further turn this bout into world-war-three, even if u attached switchblades 2 ur lines still couldn't murder-me//

You -------up, talkin all your Shit and now ya luck's-up //
Ya call me a puss when ya nutless and can't even "bust"-stuff//

You rhyme lame and I "entertain brains" with lyrical "fun"da"mentals"//
With my fists wrapped in gauze I throw hooks and punch-ya-temple//

I've decided to crush ya verse-wit unrehearsed-Shit that Niggaz worship// (My Skillz)
Watch as my words-rip through ya body until ya ------ nerves-split..//

Leavin ya frame full of contusions after this lyrical intrusion.. //
My lyrics should be against the law because I'm alphabet "abusin"//

YEP YEP UPPIN