Assault ya mind and soul, leave them hectic, no room for a paramedic.....
Like tha Trade Towers, make sure you take this loss as an epidemic...(hot!!!)
Ya rhymes is pollutin tha air like an old diesel truck's exhuast....
Turn everything "Artik" about to water once I turn on tha DEFROST....
If I hit a BITCH wit ya verse, ya raps still wouldnt be slappin....
Betta luck on Christmas Eve, kause here, you juss aint (W)rappin......

lets go