aight i give u ya props.....

Throw ya topics to the floor, drop kick ya squad, and put my balls in ya jaw now juggle those/
Burn ya tissue, u facing the creature that goes bump in the night like ya nocturnal pimples/
Sick'em like dogs, ya risking ya squad when i burst with energy like the earth entered me/
Came to do battle but "double edge" died on a rival, like passing away on ya worst enemy/

Who hear's me spittin this hard, nuclear fissions the cause from the position of stars/
Rippin bitches apart, death is close, lady pink, you stupid ho, u got my nuts-in-ya-mouf, like skitzo, close my eyes and spit in the dark/
lyrical will spark, creating so much energy engines will start/
Swim through ya squad wit the fins of a shark, skin of a God/

Kickin ya ass till entire large intestines rest on my foot/
Dissipate you wit a tree when I come to ya neck of the woods/
Turn Arizona to a village of moss, Finish you off, basically ending this nonsense/
I'm a bad motha fucka like rapists with the Oedipus complex

You couldnt spit illness if you had Herpes Sinplex in yah mouth~
Yah spit yah rhymes with stupidiness like you was inbread in da south~

This bitch(double edge) couldnt rap facts if she was spittin True Lies~
You winnin this battle is like Hell havin blue skies
Im knocking ya out quicka than cement glue dries~

I can imagine what you doin this very moment~
Sittin in front of yah computer finger poppin to adult-she-males content~
Now im droppin rhymes that hit like a assault-hail descent~
You dont want nuffin of me like a slug avoidin a salt-trail convent~
Like Hell-Raiser, imma exalt nails, thats bein sent~
In yah direction, yah gettin my disease before the infection~

This K.O. was like Scarface vs. the Teletub-bies~
You met ya maker dawg, spittin hotness at a 1,000 degrees~
You like the 3 little pigs, i blew yah over with a breeze~