Yo my punches takin most of yo health,take yo soul befo i take to death//
I'm leavin dis kid breathless,,,,,usin quickness,,,,afta da battle he'l be soulless//

dis nigga think he "ILL" iam spittin cold medicines he wont be ill no more he'll be fake like run dmc chains//
my punches "forced" into yo stomach makin u have an labor pain u think u ill naw dats an feign// (make believe)


My rhymes are like salt" feed" it and get dehydrated ur body be skinny like shaggy//
yo rhymes wouldnt bomb da box office u were shaq,,,yo show is ova like da brady//(u know da brady bunch)



errrrrr rusty i gots to shake it off lol