in battles its simply murder as soon as i go to check in
ill put together weapons in just 60 seconds
set the sights, and initiate my plan of attack
And proceed to blow your plasma all over the map
i got four-fives, four-plus-fives, knives, and land mines
For any F***in faggot who dares try to tax mine
my oral exhaust alone will barbecue a microphone
And shove the liquid remains up a contenders asshole
you must not know what RILE and powered microphones do
and you're thinking theres no possible way that i could own you
but i'll consume anything u spit at me physically or lyrically
then pound u so hard ur grandkids will need amphetamines