Yo...
The sickest you ever saw, raw with the chainsaw slitting you chest cavity.../
Challenge me and mallets be left striking g’s, stacked with the best Calvary.../
Test and see how I empty three fully loaded clips as you approach the mic stand.../
Shots punctured your diaphragm, couldn’t ‘beat me’ if you was my ‘right hand’.../
The arsonist is lighting this, fists persist on striking kids, fast with lightning kicks.../
There is no use in fighting this, I come on-top each time were colliding wits.../
Blasting clips through your inner section, as lines collide like intersections.../
Precise perceptions, stressing with weapons, this is 1on1 like priest confessions.../
I win this election, fuck being humble, the votes compile in double digits.../
Your attempts to ‘come hard were short’ like ‘erection-troubled midgets’..../
You couldn’t ‘capitalize a win’ if you verse was done in ‘uppercases’.../
Keep it locked like braces, step-back 10 paces n I’m set blast at faces.../
Have your name mentioned in supper graces…catch a face-lift, you can’t phase this.../
Couldn’t ‘tie’ me with shoe laces, I blaze kids with dope arsonist type laced scripts.../
Face it, you might choke when walking tight ropes with high hopes of winning.../
Die slow drowning as your life floats, I’m hard enough to strike popes grinning.../
Spitting…my rhymes are drastic, rotate with guns now the nines can blast it.../


there it is playa.........uppin for votes