nigga u come back at me
damn son the more u come back for a murderous beat down i'll just continue snatchen your bitch ass crown and leave u in a bloody appearance
Ill rock u so hard wit my lyrical pressure to ya body u'll be back sitten wit ya fucken old desendents
Yeah ya rhymes are the future - future of wack emcees
i eliminate pussies like u more than the mobidty of STD's
im like a diesease that's attack'n ya fucken anademy like cancer its eaten u away- i sit back and watch you bleed droplets of blood tha size of beads/

nigga please..

bitch u too young to step up in ths game nigga i'll choke ya punk ass wit ya very own umbilical cord and u havent even made it out ya moms rectum i just slice in like a surgeon to rip you open'n now u just hopen that i wont put the work to ya punk ass- damn son think agian u came back to class-

I'd advise you to stay awake and dont sleep on this flow cuz u might be maken a big mistake

lyrical blades that i throw out at you fly around you like killa bees 'n and fly around in different angles like branches on trees
first one goes straight to ya head.. shit i've caused a cerebro accident
u shocked.. cryin 'oh what happened to it' murdered u nigga til u feel
i get blood stained like on murder she wrote...blood shedded.. damn nigga
clean ya fucken punk ass up..