Bad Dreams will kill ya sneaking up from behind
But when I bust a rhyme I wouldn't be so kind
I leave ya on your knees beggin me for mercy
But I leave you hanging, draining your lyrical energy
till your eyes roll back and you wait for death
I spit hard and knock you with verses till my very last breath
you swing me a line tryin to fight back
but I block all your lines and leave with my ego intact
When you try to hit me later, tech 9 artificially
shooting lines at me from your favourite emcee,
I shoot rhymes back, semi automatically
Then read about you in the papers, in the o'bitch'uaries

No battles needed, that's not what I'm here for
Tell me whats up or if you wanna hear more.