Ima KO ur ass even before your verse landed, still wanna try this?/
Im handling n trampling over ur verse like a tramp in a mad-riot/
This is hurricane bLiNkZ rippin up yo verse wit bits n pieces of ur words scattered on ya herse/
U still dont get the image like blinds playin pictionary/
OK ima let your frail soul brail it, im referring to tomorrows obituary/
This cant even be rated cuz in each line u gettin fucked and raped, this rhyme alone filled wit enough violence/
Dont sweat, mistic run shit cuz u cant work up a threat like fat kidz that cant work up a sweat/
B4 posting u should beg for mercy from the Gods and heavens/
cuz u gettin severed n jumped by the devil/
fuck heat, mistic couldn't start a spark if he had a cable n a battery in a dark car park/
your death is MET so I pull out a chisel n carve 666 on ur skull to show that i leave ma mark/
Think u can compete with the MAN OF STEEL, bitch please/
u mentally HANDICAPPED n u punchin like Christopher Reeves/
The aftermath of THIS psychopath is posted in rotten.com/
cuz ur words wouldn't come hard if u stuffed ur mouth with cock/
Think u Tyson wit yo punches but blindfolded i can duck em/
bitch you cant digest ma verse, FUCK IT!/
for your luck ima cut you off at the stomach n leave u stuck on CRUTCHES/