yo wrds r indescrete/fall apart and crumble/guess it part of yo treat//u gav me a inch/so im takin a mile/bitch look like u betta run anotha trial//that aint shit dogg/u cant even punch a line/
make u lose yo words/betta try out to be a mime//fuck it i won't use words neither/ i'll just tap on the mic/ beat you wit morse code linz/
bitch these aint the anne of green gables/
those wurds you spit sound bought 'neath tha tables/
ill snatch yo soul away//call me the grim reaper//
this is a battle and you is spittin a prewritten song/
yo style iz weak and mutilated/all u hittin iz tha kreeper/
drain ur blood like a vampire/fuk it get u studied wit hematology/
cant figure wat happend 2 u/enev when studied fo symptomatology
i'll put u on tha spot/see who wil defend on tha plot/u just infamous-ill be tha one providin tha shots/u'll be hiddin it/being the one runnin tha clok/nothi lik procratinatin it u'll be feelin distraut/common dogg come out tha closet/u keepin it cuvered like a drape/drag u in the woodz and beat u leave u deceased/
make it luk like u up an vanished/straight took off and vacated and excavated/just as i made it demonstrated
fuk u don't rest in peace