Rip out your tongue, teeth and gums to show my verbal presence/
Laugh at ya words and defeat you cos this kids a herb in essence/
Smash ya vocal chords on the pavement just to curb your cadence/
Mentally throw scalpels at ya head worse then disturbed patients/
Call this Family Matters the way I hurt ya like perturbed relations/
This kid couldn’t draw-blood if he was torn-up from pencils producing raw-cuts/
The elevator doors-shut when I stuff him in a jar, and fuck him up like poor sluts/
for four-months he’s in a cell and gets dehydrated while the world shores touch/
My punch connects like bullets to chest of Dutch cadets/
I crunch ya head like a tight anus infests a bunch o’ shits/
This kid is interested in sweet bitch pussy, that’s why he’s been neutered and can’t beat it fully/

~style change~ (ai enuff playin i'm bout ready to fuck you up)

I come with a Practical-Steeze..ya' couldn't 'catch a Miraculous Win(d)' in a Magical Breeze../
With an oversized tranquillizer in my hand, I'm gon' lull this Asshole to Sleep...out cold, dreamen to win this battle, Dramtically Deep.../
But watch when Fgee Gets skorched in Rage, as i set these Flames to Blaze, in Gruesome Ways.../
Stabbing a surfboard, through ya cranium just to ride on ya... Brain-Waves../
I'll spit Personals intill I Embarass this Clown, split em and Divide him with Nouns../ 5
Girls always said you looked ok from the back and Screamed When ya Turned Around../
Uppin' my Levels, Using Fgee for Target-Practice, cuz Simply im too Hard to Clash Wit../
Bars are Classic, and I'll take it as far as Mars and back Kid.../
With Regards to Barge your Wack Scriptz and Discard your Tactics.../
Containing Tpound is like holding plastic Jars of Acid: its deadly,devouring, with Poisonous-Rancids.../