ya last rhyme, ever tyme u was trying to diss that nigga it seemed forced//
my mom gettin fucked? bitch u aint even had sexual intercourse//
runnin in the night, bitch like a vampire//
bulldose and run u over, still wouldnt get killed even if i lit u on fire//
my rhymes is hot, your mad cause u's not, ill split ya lid open with the tape//
with his porno tape he'll check in at a later date//
ill sign off here, like cutting off his electricity, he'll decide his own fate//
ask westy what its like to loose to Caustik, something that we can all relate//

new weapon= razor blade