im festin your brain, testin, more as im dressin/
relaxin and tossin the hex threw your body, kill you while your restin/

cause to me its like you "lost your drive" or "PARKED IT"/
like you've gone stupid and it "cost your team" when you lost ya "sting" like CHARLOTTE/

your FORBIDDEN VERSES are full of worthless shiit like the insides of WOMEN'S PURSES/
i got your "back slashed" more than the ENDS OF VERSES/

messin, internal organs so drastic youll be havin your own ass kicked/
fire brew, from a storm that has decapitation for main assets/

more mediphorical rage and mayhem caused by atmospheric preasure/
I'll have doc gay give u a histarectimy, yah ring a bell ANAL PLEASURE/

i know your rattled you don't wanna battle your the war protester who starts the MARCHES/
your blood "marks-the-scene" so much your mom got ya carpet steamed after they removed your CARCUS/

you think you EXCITE MICS nah you're like chedda bob and i'ma teach ya to WRITE RHYMES/
cause i push flow like PIPE LINES and "punch crooks" like i FIGHT CRIME/