You need limits to write and you bite to decive critics//
The only time you sick is when you fuckin disceased bitches//
There's no hope to gain cuz Dipset can't cope wit pain//
I'm so insane the tracks i've twisted are enough to choke a train//
Now you ain't earned a galnce at my lyrical cuts//
I Incinerate ya remains to literal dust//
Call me professor cuz i mediate the lesson//
It's safe to say your clueless cuz to you a preposition's a question//
The way i spit kills you like a homocide note//
Cuz i'm blowin up the vocals like there's a bomb in my throat//
You get fucked and pawned, stabbed wit tusks and prongs//
cuz i finshed Dipset quick like the dusk or dawn//