you cant get up on the come up if i place you six feet under/
wouldnt be blind to my rhymes even if you were stevie wonder/
rhymes i drop-properly so i spit with decent-see/(deceny)
psychic?ill gauge out ya third eye to make it hard to see a loss for me/
cerebral functions low so im "stitchin brains" for this "knit wit"/
your flows arent interesting,they use to be exciting like Pamela Anderson's tits/
its like i "fund battles" cause lyrically i "wage wars"/
"cranium waves" rage leavin ya body broken and pages torn when my "brain storms"/
bloody pages left after i justify the fact your wak and hit you wit your own notepad/
tactics become drastic when you try to "wrap me in plastic",but dont get mad,get "GLAD"/

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