I Make Shapes Shift...Stay ARound Square...
Walk on you Like Shoes..But i cant Find a Pair....
I Stare and Glare Unaware of What your Stuff Lacks...
Spill guts of severed Nuts..But Never Cut the Sac....
What's the Facts?Your Name Stuck in your Throat....
A Shift in your Neck To Make you Choke...
Take your Hopes Tied Tongues with Ropes.....
in Dark Holes to Find Were Fungus Grows....
Among the Host....Lives Bacteria this is My show...
rip Off your Feet so We Can Finish goin Toe to Toe

>>>>>style switch<<<<<

Im tearing "Chyna" by spitting my verbal sickness//
She aint on my "$hit List", she's on my "she aint $hit List"//
stray bullets is just wack and I'm sick of it all//
I bring so much "static off the head," I got "balloons stickin to walls"//
Half your rhymes are rotten//
Face the facts, I dont "lace a track," I "double-knot" it//
I'm grabbin an exacto knife, and I'm slitting your throat//
my "utter is so BUTTER," niggas wanna "smear it on TOAST"//
Breakin all your bones, the assasin is accident prone//
I only call this a THREAD, cuz I got it SOWN//
your shoulder pulled out of it's socket, harmed bodily//
I'm "putting your limbs in my pocket," and calling it an ARM ROBBERY//
Your skills don't even measure up to mine//
so I'm leaving stray bullets more HEARTLESS, than "ugly kids on valentines"//
stray bullets is just an emcee fake//
"Chyna "wears shirts with only seven buttons"...cuz she never FASTEN EIGHT (FASCINATE)//
Why you even bothering with this veteran?//
your "punch lines are so old", you prolly "ghost write for Letterman"//
Put up or shut up, I'll put my foot up your buttock//
You're getting "laughed at" like a "retarted kid who stood up and stuttered"//
I always come hard when I spit//
That time when I called you my Female DAWG (DOG), I meant to say you "BITCH"//
I'll plunder you,stray bullets "don't represent $hit" like "number two"//
"turn one M upside down," and you still "couldn't get a W"//
You ain't nothing but a SCRUB, that's why I should call you BRILLO//
you couldn't make HEAD LINES, "sleepin on a corduroy pillow"//
I'm killing her with my killer pseudonyms//
Stop "exercising your brain," your "intellegence is thin"//
every line is impeccable, suburban spectacle, on the verge of being detestable//
"you're on my dick so often," you're starting to look like a "third testicle"//
so to "give you a taste of what's CUMMIN (COMING)," I'm "using your mouth as my sperm receptacle"//
shorty you couldn't flip a verse if you was singing and doing gymnastics/
take terms of studying to me, study hard in about 9 genuis semester classes/
or hiring poetic assasins and nuclear craftmans cause i outlast all men/
just by silence the aura of my hovoc make a room of deaf people scream amen/
stomp your face in the earth so far you could reply to satan,on who the fuck reversed your creation/
im laughing as i rip you into your facial wit metaphors bein delivered like ninja stars/
its like im sparring with satan,i pack a hell of a punch in single bars/

.........style switch.........


mods r pulling rabbits out hats, so the league'll last, u get burnt fast
but I only take partial credit, chyna handed me the match
what punches? your raps are incoherent not even chicken scratch
u'r a light weight in this against a fat kid trying to make a bigger splash
don't make me laugh, I'm feeling "ill" the way I honestly bash
it's truly sad, only thing you drop are the stats of my opponent chyna
most consistant part of ur verse is where you place the "/ "(slash)
ur face gets smashed, watch it bleed, it's obvious ur out of ur league
in shape? you're not prepared for war you only show fatigue
i smear queers across these boards, their skulls are souveniers
your the wakest link ask ur peers, their only confirming ur fears
rip this thread? you couldnt't cut it with razor sharp sheers
why r u here? do any damage?your name gets the X like malcom
in a battle of mice n men, your lifes breath gets clutched by this verbal assassin

.....u happy now.... *smh*