I spit sporadic, leave Matik shakin' in a seizure spastic
Situations get drastic then this bast'ids wrapped in plastic
My tactics are give him "manual smacks", I've dabbled in drugs
I work a hand-to-hand, you only work ya when you jack
Damage the wack, won't stand for this crap, know that I'm real
Aut to (ought to) know I'll cut the brakes in ya automobile
You Aut of ya mind battlin' me, you gotta move on
Ya rhymes more choppy than movements of automatrons (robots)
Wit ya 20/20 vision shulda seen me comin', damn (sig)
The 9th Degree burns just made this Automatik jam

Good luck fam, no beef...