yo name is evilkronix, but u still rappin like u hoked on phonix, u r just a small course meal, face it u'll neva be real, i think your lyrics need a good work out, cause they gettin tired of u goin out like a punk, u send out your lyrics 2 bite me, but instead they tell me my shit is tite, my rhymes are makin u bleed, u must need anotha tampax,i spill ill shit worldwide i guess you could call my shit anthrax , shit can be deadly, once its done u wont be able 2 hold me steady, this battle was over b4 u were even born ready, i must be da host and u must be da ghost, cause yo shit is empty, and since no 1 can u see u, im guessin no 1 can feel u