ya see my name vs yours means all ya hopes just died/
chances u cant drop shit as hot as mine-is on the plus side/
what u add subtracts like backwards mathematics/
i treat rap like gymnastics,backflip over ya whak shit/
spat by vacuous saps who say they clap gats quick and pack mac clips/
ya lack wits to match tactics wit this miraculous cats spits/
sorry to get graphic but suck my fat dick down to the last drips/
dig a grave for ya flow with this fantastic classic/
ya shit couldnt spring back ta life if it had an elastic casket/
i aint perceivin a reason for you to remain breathin/
the shit u conceivin aint even brain teasin let alone pleasin/
ya been deceived if ya believe there's relief for the pain i induce/
the ruthless truths i produce scoop dukes right out they boots/
the rapture captures cats who rap casually and makes em casualties/
spit lyrical bullistics turn y'all to tragic statistics and tallied fatalities/
sounds like ya copped a gown cap plague and degree at wack rapper academy/
prolly got a contract and salary to be on the staff faculty/
fill bleacher seats with creeps to watch teacher teach how ta leech and get by with meager speech/
ya class is cancelled lesson plan dismantled when i fly off the handle i'm spittin flames like roman candles/

switchin it

B itch on my dick that aint shit
R eally ugly cat that loves big dick
I s this nigga serious
B itch made me mad so im gettin delirious
E veryone knows this cat is fake
O h my god this cats fake rhyme is givin me an ache
N o one pays attention to him not even when he battles
E very1 knows how re wins his battles he wrangles up d/rs like stray cattle

don't get me wrong i'll rip you into 'shreds', leave your limbs, blood and dna across these 'threads',
im the muthacukin 'king' so pucker up and kiss my 'pale-ass'//((palace))
get ya neck 'welded back', like iron bars connected to your 'thorax', exposn your 'smelted crack',
leave you with 'damp-pads'((like tampax)) looks like somone sliced half of your cheeks off cuz right now your lookin 'half-assed',
you like lemonade 'stand' in winter, you like "why no money hit 'MY hand'//
doctors comparing you to 'down-syndrome crack babies' cuz you have a 100% 'chance' of a short 'life-span',
you better turn up the volume on Nas' "I can", im like chronic mixed with crystal, im of a 'high-brand'//
I'm like a crack-addict when i spit people say im a 'dope-head',
when you spit, they pray 'bribe' die, you like the 'homeless' simply 'hopeless', the croud screamin 'for death'//((yours))