Chyna couldn't "blow up" if she was strapped wit a "pair of bombs"/
Now ya nose is "runnin blood" like its havin a "plasma marathon"/
Shove ya "brain in ya chest" cause u "think u got heart"/
If I stuck a "knife in ya dome" u still wouldnt be "sharp"/
My wordplay is crazy so who u sleepin on/
Ur rhymes are "useless" and "confusin" like a "blind peepin tom"/
Cyhna came to Rapbattles humble but somebody gassed her up/
I'll throw more "side arm bullets" than Rich Gannon to blast this slut/
"Grippin ya man's dick" is the only time u've held a "9 millimeter"/
When ya "palms on a furnace" is the only time u'll "feel a heater"/
Only way u could "shake me" is to "grab my hand"/
Its like ur gettin a "standin ovation" when I "clap u man"/
I know kids wit banana clips to peel ya sluts/
I must be "clumsy" cause im bout to "spill ya guts"/
Ill send bullets at ya mouth and cap ya teeth/
Its like ur spittin wit "fake platinum" in ya mouth cause ur "raps are cheap"/
When it comes to guns and lives u know I got nine/
Bein a "phone sex operator" is the only way u'd have a "hot line"/

Gud luck...