im lyrically lethal using sporadic tactix to eliminate faggots/
how can ur punchs come hard? when they only sting like yellow jackets/
your personals are like blue moons, so elusive your verse is done an they aint hit me yet/
you must be illiterate cuz you more like tha village idiot/
you call yourself VILLAGE pimp cuz you aint elevated to city status/
ill leave ya rhyme frosted like a doughnut the way your words will
twist/
your on trial like your patent is pending, your biological clock is
ticking/
now tha plot keeps twisting like when ya veins fill with jelly cuz your blood keeps thickning/
im intoxicatin ya smelling sense, u couldnt pass me even if u made me past tense/
feelin so nervous waitin fo my verse when you think bout spittin a
rhyme ya flench/
its pretty sad when ya find a hard penis lascivious, towards you, bigots intents are malicious/
my verse is rhyme enriched, encorporated with disses that hit, my styles lyrically nutritious/