i'll have you strugglin to breathe you don't wanna muddle with me.//
this fag tries to rap with a lisp his talents been pushed back on my list//
yo "dw" i'll crack all your ribs open ya chest and pack it with piss..//
mark ass bitch...equipped with more antics than wordz... //
Fusion's obsured demolishing the frantic and hurt//
no man gets worse.. //
i show no mercy, i wish a nigga would diss this please,//
be aware my raps will pound you in till your existance ceased...//
"dw" get's rocked, like his common use and while he's out i top 'em with more line's then longitude...//
Your past tense, might as well of stopped at juru, cuz this is more mismatched then Blood's who sing the blue's...//
You get floored for this win,//
while im less likely to be carred out than 3rd trimester abortion's...//
Take the loss kid, or i'l throw you in the gillotine backward's and leave you defeeted...//
i rip more asshole's than proctologist's......and "dw"? i'm mopping him...like astonishment,//
im dropping chin's, i'm too strong,//
"dw"weaker than the moon's trace's of oxygen...//