(Son hEres SUm Multi's For u ........)

My flows got u depressed, coz u realise your battle been wrecked an com~pressed, made u look a mess//
As the votes roll in u sweatin an stressed, lookin distressed, like I reached inside an now your soul~i~possess//
Now as we progress, I put your lines to the test, there gonna be murder on this stage but im steeled for the inquest//
Your rhymes repressed, unblessed, restrained by my lyrical and mental conquest//
Your flows decomposed as I spit venom to digest, u spoke so much bullshit your chest an throat gonna start to congest//
An I detest your tendencies towards incest an parental molest, my rhyming causin u much unrest, switchin styles on request//

(SWITCHIN It up........for murda.....)
I'll Tourture Wit A 'Slash-N-Slit' To Lyrically 'Smash-His-Limbs' N Leave This 'Noob-Wit-A-Twisted-Wrist'|
..I'm Brutally Thrashin-This-Bitch Wit His 'Trash-Spits'...So Dat Means Even If Qualm Wus Gahndi He Culdn't 'Pass-A-Fist'|(Pasicfict)
..Qualm Like Jay-Z I Verbally 'Roc'd-Ya-Fella'[rocafella]'N' Left Ya Smoked Up Like 'Hot-Umbrella's'...While I Made Your Heart Beat Stop Like An 'Acapella'|(acappella's dont have beats)