Spittin ‘Murderous temperatures’, u can see the heat with-in human sight//
But let it be known lil nigga, we aint ‘Fair-in-Height’//
Add's above the average of nice, creating Clouds over mics, Dropin Bolts of fear to leave ur life astounded in fright//
Of course ur wack, turn to a wrestler when I start to react, Reverse DDT you leave ur ‘head’ to ur ‘spine’ now hold ur ‘thoughts’ ‘back’…
Your face is where I aim my objects, couldn’t see me ‘I’ to ‘I’ wit a pair of adjacent letters in ur optic's//
Tex wanna be a star imma force u in to the constellation....im tired of ur constant fakin//
how can i think right when my thoughts is blatant, false debatin,..leave u searchin for a beat, when its my pulse u chasin//
you write on e-z widers and fail to lace a joint, i'm the end of a sentence.....case and point//

Vortex, yeah u Might be hot, but let it be known you’re a ‘Rap Diva’//
Harlem Shake? Phuck dat come to my block ill have u doing the NY seizure//