aight here we go

i dont even know why you wanted to battle, when im ill enough to rip ya spine out and throw it back ya still rattlin//comin against me you must be a joke, in fact i wouldnt even suggest you reply cause you'll probably just choke//wit my my rhymes i been known to blow up buildins and ya rhymes are still lost like kidnapped white children//consider this a lyrical surgery keep talkin ish and i may have to murder you B'//me tearin you up is a must casue compared to me you a lil bitch and im INFUMUZ//and i dont even need the whole 10 bars cause you couldnt be iller than me if you came down with SARS.

let me see what you got