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Yo' i'm dropin' lyrical bombz with extreme rtikulate measures on yer ass//
why you callin yourself rtikulate you got no style, no treasures or cash//
I'm flowin like a river with a lightening flash and fire up under my ass//
I'm like a bomb hittin' Iraq with an almighty crash//

I'm gonna rip you to peices and serve for dinner on a Platinum Platter//
My lyrics got game hittin you hard so you crumble and shatter//
Your the next victim of Quik-$pit and 187 Recordz just got phater//
You be writin your freestyle slow like a letter just tryna be better//
your lyrics are wack while mine are hotter then a double barreled sweater//

Cutting into you is easier than when Charles Manson cuts into his prey//
Slicin you with my lyrical razor blades so you can't run away//
I'll reveal all your insides like Kurt Kobain on his suicide day//
I'll make sure you remember my name like its the only thing you say//
Swimming round your brain like a record stuck on play//

You don't want me to verbaly torture you with my spit//
but your on the lyric stretch rack gettin drained of shit//
You say that and this but you chokin in a bowl of your own piss//
I will never choke i'm in tha lift, Elevating to the level of Jada Kiss//

Spit yer shit as soon as you can