Edgar Alpo is the name by the way, and yah rustyness shows
and fuck a punch, bcause my "gut feeling" is that you can't "stomach a blow"
apocalyptic, no pulse in yah raps like you hold the mic with "slit rists"
you's an infant, reaking of "foul play" for the way that you "spit SHIT"
dip shit, like discarded watches, yah "time is wasted"
throw yah notebook on the floor, you need to practice "kicking yah rhymes in the basement"