I’m soon TO CLAP YA FACE IN, bringin DOOM AND AMPUTATIONS//
Cut u in half leave u topless like HOOTER APPLICATIONS!//

poet’s the illest, i been patently waiting to hurt you. I'm slaying your verse// dude.'
Cause in these battles, I'm always "One Leg Up" like women’s shaving commercilas//

But now Voetsek’ll cast ya limbs take ya record blast ya wins //
Rock ya jaw so hard im gonna make u "glass ya chin"//

truth is, Your just a wack dude spittin, and its a fact, dude listen//
I got lyrics that 'Pop eyes'(Popeyes) like fast food chicken.//

Now wicked just Fuck Ya bitchin, ill make ya tummy and neck tuck n twist in//
then knock ya lights out like a old clumsly electricians//


ova uppin