my mind convinced for acepting u'r stupied heres the consequence
punch u in the cheat so hard forensic gotta dust ya spine for prints *ouch*
ya verse be soft my contines acid... u'r sick? only cuz u'r spits was produce by cough's
shit i'll dead red-bull "point-man" by cuting hes fingers off *HA*
my verse i'll have ya "not lookin to drop" like good boxser with large names
i'll put ya bars 2 ashame w/ viscious shot that'll have ya trying to "deal with faults" like "retarted card games"
u couldnt spit ill so it time u get off my nuts
plus u couldnt spit fire if ya verse was attached to a ciggertte butt's