I aint gunna hate...nice. props to dat shit. But i dont go out witout a fight. . rap in its finest check dis . .

I strike a nerve, like a nervous impulse/
I was tested positive for lyrical cancer, your results came in false/Your gunna need a doctor of neurology and be solemnly following cuz your pains are bodily/
They hurt every minute then gradually slow to hourly, you all talk and your talk is cowardly/

I'm the most un-spoken and lyrical provaken emotion as if someone gave me potion to remain potent/
I've got you caught in my web, your the fly im the spider and your arachniphobic/
I'll pass the mic to you but you cant hold it/
you better grasp it, make a fist and tightly close it and never let go of it,cuz i see ure weakness and im gunna expose of it/

let me demonstrate, on how to hit you in your knee cap and ure head crepitate/
knock you over the head and still make you levitate/

I couldn't spit wit chu even if we had a prenuptual aggreement/
you speak from a women's perspective, you were probably made from ure mothers' seamen/
The message in your words are too thin for a meanin, it sounds like you swallowed em', spit em back and made em' balemic/

Ima incriminate you to incinerate you, choose ure death cuz either way I'm gunna eliminate you/
I already scheduled u an appointment, crack ure cranium and send u to the orthapedist/
u were born unstable, u should have been your mothers fedus/

Record 0-0 wit a name, Thug Whyte to be exact/
You spit against me like you've seen too many 8 mile tracks/
The evolution passed you by wit no way u can adapt/

He says he wants beef but hes a vegitarian/
I already dug 6 feet now all i gotta do is bury him/
I came back, lyrically fit/ Spittin sum lyrical miracle lyriacist shit/
I'm from the E-Streets and im proud to announce it/
I'd tell you the full name but you probably couldn't even pronounce it . . .end

Now all we need is the votes, get at us so we can put it to rest
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