Hot sauce stairs like he's handicapped impaired.....
Run scared i rip lines like i got ur hair......

Spit sic, no way kid, not even if they anthrax dipped.....
Been flipped by scripts i inflict wicked shit......

only way u hold any power in rhyme is to grip sum 'electric' lines......
handing L's to club like half missin addition signs.....


Punch through ur cavity leave you a mindless drone.....
ur hits are known for their laxity, Please......mine the illest thrown....

oh and before i leav......(KNOCKOUT)

I'll cut you like a butcher to the bone......
fuck the cleaver i'll slice you with my words alone.....
and this is the sinker, i 'lit' you up, while getting stoned.......

Destroy 'laker's like i gave shaq to the under taker.....
I got my shit keyed, he's still writin on the paper.......

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