Opener......
you got da lyrical wordplay of twirked gays,wit hurt legs
still runnin/thinkin u can cope wit a nigga from da brigade

Killer
your rank at a standstill,whick explains y ur lyrics stand stiff
ur voters r the ones plannin 2 dickride u at da site of madness

Multi *Finisher*
Im never actin earnest
leave you in a blacken furnace
for packin da wackest verses,so when ur rhyme disperses
only place u gon get signed 2 is da taxidermist