suicide sphyliphics and u cant hit hard like brid-icks//(Bricks)
your lyrical nonsense knocks me un-conscience, fuk ur stupid antix//
wishin u was gangsta, wishin to chop off someones head//
ill leave ur skull bashed in and bloody, just barely alive wishing u was dead//
channel 4 in the 518 is UPN in NewYork//
Grahma Norton who the fuck is that, ill leave ur ass shaved like pork//
release ur skills? who r u trying to fool,u r the whackest MC, and the biggest tool//
with a flick of my finger, ill knock u out with the use of a wooden spool//
p.s. man learn how to spell its closet, not clauset//
cause after this verse no one will know ur brain is drained down a faucet//
its caustik, bringin raw spits to the table//
they leave u nauseaus, 'n' un-concious like reading one of ur phony ass fables//