Them cancerous cell's must be affectin ya brain they got you callin out my name/
and at the same time you confusing yourself with a hurricane/
I'll drain you of your fame and spit flames to devour your physical frames/
Its a bad habit to bite the hands that feed you/
cause it'll be the same hand that stabs and leaves you/
I'll bleed you and breeze through your pitiful verses/
the only way you'd leave this battle is behind 7 other hearses/
you'll need to "rewind " these rhymes for the seventh time to catch my subliminal lines/
look at the signs I shine bright enough to reflect forth and blind your mind's eyes/
My rhymes so radioactive that uranium enriched daggers pierce through the gums/
mercury made blades bend and curve taking place for my tongue/
speak and ya done, noxcious fumes fill your airways and start decaying your lungs/
with poisionous flow I craft this vile venemous poem/
burst through ear drum and starts corroding your dome/
your white choclate...reminds me of hershy & cream..you sweet/
even if I was “egg” in a pan...I still wouldn’t be “beat”/
I’ll leave your “grill” bruised so much you’ll look like a “sanitation truck”/
you flow is soo “whack” that if I keep saying it you’ll have to “duck”/(consistent wacks sound like kwack..wac-kwack a.k.a. quack)
these words travel past your retina and burn themselves on the back of ya eyes/
so when your eyelids open up all you see is my rhymes/