Picks up mic

Im murda dis man

..::WARM-UP::..
Powder bitch, first off how u gonna post-tighter, when i fix ur lines on AIM so much I'm bassically ur ghost-writer//
"RT can i get a copy of ur cd when its released", desist ya speech, how u gonna hear my audios when ya deceased?//
I'm precise, a spore-shard-cutter,You just a rap board-card-bluffer, on more dick than a porn-star-fluffer//
SOn i'm sendin ya to suicide counseling with my minds-retort, cuz my punches hit so hard they put you on "life-support"//
go head son manifest ya apprehension by askin for an extension,I provide timeless disseciton so no delay can prevent-it//

..::MURDA::..

Yo son ya punches get crushed from ya best-pages, in other words, I demolish ya verse when I "catch-phrases"//
Rediculous rhyme-schemes that shine-these high-beams in line-thieves eye-seams, in other words, i blind-dweebs//
running circles round u to get your body-over-burnt, The only way u "testing" me is trying to get my audios-to-work!//
RT Im holdin this barrel-beneth-ya-chin-yo, because You got "short Cummings" like a narrow-eurethred-nymphyo!//
So umm dont bother in returning-a-verse you get disperesed-with-the-worst, now its time to start murging-the-curse//

..::FLATLINE::..

Ya records both sad-and-pathetic, cant conjure-up-wins, ya wack-and-i-said-it, ya just fodder-on-spins//
Step to me and you'll get vitals-dropped-in time, cuz we all know that title-shot-is-mine!//
cant spit rhymes, so u act like u spittin-the-chrome, U fag better gang up on me wit ya boyz cuz ya cant win-it-alone!!//

Drops Mic

Im out.......................