Beat one Cat since you’ve come Back, but you think it’s More-of-a-Winnin-Streak/
I’’ve heard ya Timid-Speech, ya just not Touchin Much, Sorta-like-a-Midgets-Reach/
Credits to my Name is ya only Missin-Link, Surround yaself with Indians to Sun Dance if you wanna Bring-da-Heat/
ya Flows Borin’ with an Origin-from-Italy, always Been Adorin CyKo ya not Foreign-to-Mimic-Me!!!/
Spittin-da-Shells that are Rippin-ya-Cells, ya used to go by ILLMATIC, in battles whenever It Was Written-you-Fell/
Can’t catch me, It’s like Fishin-in-a-Well, Swift talked to me and Begged for Good Disses-on-Myself/ (Help me ShYnE!!!)
Burstin-ya-Head, so you better Care for ya Health Tightly like Nurses-with-Dreads/
ya Purpose-is-Dead, CyKo Murdered-da-Pres, It’ll take Surgeons-and-Meds just to re-Surface-ya-Legz/
Said lets come Personal, but to a Certain-Extent, Hinting not to tell em your no Emcee, just a Virgin-Instead/ (ouch)
If ShYnE’s not Online you put ya Verses-to-Bed, if ya still Post I know you were Searchin-my-Threadz!/

-=Style Switch Up=-

F-Money don’t fight he just jumps, I got pumps, dat'll send him back across tha border, at taco stands begin for quarters/
I'll break your spines mortars, like pencil fighters I crack backs, with sacks of mags and clips, so u can read or watch tha scripts/
dat unfold intestines, digestin blood like cannibal crips, usin mandible grips, I lock jaws, ta make ya speech pause, then reach in and grab your chords/
I'm bored of hearin this whore, with pore vocals, like usin cordless phones for mobiles, even verizon aint tryin ta hear-it/
with pastors prayin for your-risen spirit, I'll bless you, but who shout out louder than tha teck do/ then watch your neck corkscrew, and flip like a horse shoe, with faster power than a Porsche do/
I'm threw with tha games, hell, I'll even throw you tha flames, char your remains, while you yellin CyKo should reign/ (rain)
call me Bin Hussain, attackin F-Money with no styles cause its just plane, dislexcit with eleven nine, and suicidal thoughts flyin threw your mind/
so think about it, you survive I doubt it, this muskrat thinks he can spit, but sound like a faggot on a ken kaniff skit/
I hate you rodents, I'm like cobra accept twice as potent, bite and leave your body convulsin, til ya tongue rolls in, ya throat chokin/

-=Finisher Switch Up=-
If You Get Nitty Gritty I Can Get Real Shitty/
Cuz My Egos More Inflated Then A Silicone Titty/
I put watson in a garbage bag so you'd get a clue your trash/
the spots marked and I got the X in black like Nazis in fubu pants....