my brain is fightin yours, ur in a lyrical submission
but like the movie, u beatin me is an impossible mission(mission impossible)
You act like you run shit but i'ma bout to “blast ya”
You make more wit on my head so i call you tha “head masta”
you must of been writin your rhymes in the restroom, cause nigga ur flow 'stinks'
i flow real nice, making you realize that you can die faster then you can 'blink'
I'll leave you leaking "Red Fluid", take your leg bone and "Chew It"
killing you is like 'Nike'...I "Just Do It"--
I'm sick, I'll rip out your vocal cords and use them "To Floss"--
steal your dreams, now your brain is gettin' "Tossed"--
Oh shit.......somebody call "Red Cross", this nigga just got caught up in my "Mental Holocaust"--
All you did was "Recycle" your "Recital" but I'm too "Spiteful" that I'll kick you in the mouth and leave your name "Untitled"
im like a "leprechaun" cause fightin wit me u just 'pushin-ya-luck'
you see now, i'm what happens when ill meets evil
so when you rhyme my sixth sense tells me i see wack people