where the fuck am i, that was so wack//
then b u, i'd rather give a bitch aids then fuck her infected crack//
lick each infected flap, and smile with every lap//
give ure spinal line a snap//
or is it spinal cord, either way it's crushed//
so many peices, it looks mushed//
after i've pushed u through a giant blender//
ure wishin' to surrender, i bend ya, like fender//
on my lyrical trigger i pull, till ya skull is full//
of real hot words, syllabels and lyrical pills, i kill ure light and make ure weight jus dull!!