When my bone-itches I’am known for mode-switches that dethrone-victors…//1
"dark who"...Battling me you’re prone to get stretched like over grown-midgets…//2
My poems-rivet like door hinges….swinging ya-thin-neck-so-ya dome-pivets…//3
I foam-lyrics to cease-your (seizure) this-speakers breath just so I won’t hear-it…//4
I’ll ring-ya-neck till you numb-in-the-chest running-from-death…//5
I must be dumb-to-deaf not hearing your lack of intell-lect…//6
Get Chin-checked with the tech leaving my bloody tims-wet…//7
You blot like ink-jets, I’m spitting laser-images that phase your think-set (thought-process)…/8
honestly kid u wack u no competition the quality of ya submission is like a priests mistress.........non-existant....//9
keep-ya-distance... stop where you at,i'mma eat this cat like doggs that get starved-an turn "conquest"name to "victim"..//10
im clean wit bars like strict jail systems...ya punches are so off point not even the air was- hit- with-them.........//11
but its cool you a disturbed retarded midget...what you spit was worthless...worth-less then dollars in 2 digits....//12

style switch..lets end this...
I’m on the verge-of-berserk so "dark history" before you battle me you should up your urge-to-murk…*//13
You Purge-your-works while my flows leave your impure rhyme style submerged-in-words…//14
Stripped you naked to bare-an-L and join the herd, bid farewell to W’s-&-start-to-use L-based verbs…//15
Only time u pop’the-metal is when ya braces-burst till blood drop’lets-settle to flood ya spacious-hearse…..16
I’m fueled by a gracious-thirst, have you thanking me when you embrace the guillotine dropping to your death face-first…//17