Alrite
yo i gots soo many "styles", you could call me "eclectic"//
now i got u on the ground "shaken", like u an "epileptic"//
here take this "antiseptic", cause im gonna leave u mentally "scarred"//
got u "spittin" on "ureself", "droolin" like a "retard"//
look "bastard", stop frontin and change ure name to "ill-legitimate"//
ure "parents" knew they were "cousins", but they still got "intimate"//
the reason why u cant understand my shit is cause its ambiguous//
to "obsorb" my "spit" u gotta keep ure mind "porous"//
yo just admit it, u scared of this kid buck//
and u know if u dont duck, then u just ran outta luck//
i got people talkin like im supposed to be the anti-hero//
well i aint, but im the kid that'll bring ure ego down to zero//
and u say u a Lord but u got no ambrosia//
i stole it kid, im hungry, i hope that gives u some closure//

(flippin it up)
yo ill im the only one that can "contain" u, call me the "straight jacket"//
my lines like a bitch, u hate em but at the same time u gotta luv it//
you like "JKidd" "droppin" "dymes".... for a "duce"//
i wouldnt "tap" that, cause she like ure "arse".... fuckin "loose"//
yo u must be "mentally ill" if u think u can step to me and test my skill//
im lyrically "ill", worse than "HIV-AIDS" i'll will fuckin kill//
shorty used to write lines, now they draw chalk round ure body//
couldnt go round ure head, it got taken wit a 12 guage shotty//

and if i remember correctly u made the first callout//
ayo ~Ruthless~ u can count this as my tryout//