i be twistin up the sickness like double helical depictions;
rematch? the dotted line, suggest you re-sign like president Nixon...
trust me, you need to make like spiders, and stick to anything but the web...
Fatality! FINISH HIM...his health meter's in the RED!!!
comin' off the top, hittin' hard, like Bungee jumpers, wit snapped cords;
join the crowd, my dick's somethin everyone's ridin' on, like a FORD...
the syllables you display are...gay...my metaphors are double edged swords;
kid, you couldn't come off the wall...if you were particle board...
I'm on some homocide shit, you on that homo - side tip;
basically, I'm a dominatrix, I professionally deal ass-whips...
ya punches is played, dogg, do us a favor...and Quit;

hows that?....i think im gettin better.