you wanted me to spit first so you can feed, but i already know your a leech/
cuz you live in a sea of people who bite when they write, the kind even an ill mc cant even teach/
they say practice what you preach.. well im practicin lethal tactix on all that oppose/
step up toe to toe and get ready to get blown back, this is an all out attack/
ill feed off your nutrients and make you look all but fat, like you been smokin crack/
if you provoke me ill rip your heart out through your chest plate just cuz i havnt ate/
the battle has just begun it gets deeper when ya scroll down the page/
ill inject you with a HIV infected syringe wait a little bit and cough on ya to send ur immune system into a downward spin/
im spittin pure lyrical illness if you ever spit ill you'll think its a sickness/
you best not step to this cuz you'll just swing and miss, ya cyrus you wont land a single punch/
or punchline, what makes you think you can defeat the one with tha lyrcial mind?/
tha one with the devine skill of making shit rhyme from line to line/
once i get in a zone i dont lose sight of the target, fuck weak punches i throw strictly hard hits/
your jus a casualty of misfortune, destine to a life of embarrassment and torture/
my rhymes hit with enough crippling force to crush your lyrical wackness/
my rhymes excruciate any other verse so bad the reader hallucinates/
you cant conceive beating me, its just to far outta your reach like air when you suck tha dick of ron jeremy/
if you get bullied ill stand up fo ya tho... and say let the farie be/