ayyo*bitch slaps brabbit* get the hell outta here ho**
mic check<<1-2

your crusefictions, a science or fictions
i decipher your lyrics and break em 2 sections
u claime 2 be devine like the ancient "Koran"
a holy book from Allah for the battle of shaytan
your battling a muslim in the steps of an imam
and that should prevent me from doing u harm
but as i sail this, my "faint ship" i enter matrix
beat u like morpheious when u swing my axis
make u freez in your spot like u where an astrix
then i'll bend ur "spine" like it was a maytress
with "nelly" on the "telly" you wouldnt pass as an actreees
your more shocking then a springer show on a sex change
you got no ratting even with your "smithern western"
and to get u off "mr reed" would b walking n protestin
cause in your animation im your matt groannin
spin you round the set with your mouth wide open
then leave you for hounds to collect you bones then
barry them in the grave pissing right on them
no i have to stop they baby rhyme collection
cause now i switch styles to stop ur errection
----hold up----
now i land, sword in hand, ready to defend my clan
a complex mentality built on the wu-tang
my rhymes be dark, complex and swift
and slide your mind like subliminal flick
sorry to send you, but now i must end ya
first verse was degradding to my high level natya
but back to the lecture, i'm back to get ya
in my science lab about to disect ya
you claim to b a rapper, now lets see the real pictures
the x-ray showz broken bones and fractures
but your body is fine and has or change in textures
and your eyes terrified like light bulb fictures
your death a mistory and an un-solved crime
your barrial a missoey and waste of time
your mom aint happy that you lost your rhyme
so we of 2 cremate ya and save a dime !