yo their goes tito jackson, oh my bad it just seems like him because he's doin sumthin he dont know how ta do(rap) he's delvin(delving=trying blindly like tito tried to sing), he's like negative 512 degrees by kelvins(a temp. scale)//
ur name ive heard seldom, ur rep wouldnt last if u got in weldin(metal), u act gansta but u not a felon, more like a yanksta id like ta see ya head get split wit my 357 it'd break like a watermelon//
u in elemental, how u make the cut, i thought Vendetta picked Ill rappas not fools whose career story has been how they skillz in a rut//
seriuosly i dont know how u got in that fam, the only way anyone gonna read yo rhymes is if u send it like email spam, completley random style no punches or metas u get mad at the voters like damn them hatas cuz only in ur mind are u betta, thats what vanilla ice felt when we said cya lata //
for u battlin me is like drivin a car with no "tires", like not wearin a "condom" for a bitch-4-hire, u give it all u got but ur "rubber expired", u gonna catch my "infectious disease" of get-on-ur-knees-bitch and tell Pax he's ur Sire(Master) , my bomb is set to explode-its been wired//
u'd be grateful if u was an equestrian(horse rider), im in my truck while u still a pedestrian, u cant help the kinda mess-u-in battlin me, i was the one who said set it up, u said go peep, if u refused the bitch-slap yo rep woulda been considered cheap//
u like chelsea clinton hey diddle diddle, shes stuck in the middle, she gave her mom a rimjob after she got mooned and smacked on the ass with a fiddle, and her dad ran away to get spooned-thats u//
u got no money and no dice, no "girls" and no "spice", i got it all so b'fo our next battle u better think twice, or u might end up like yo wife-livin a double life//(she cheats and he would hafta change names or sumthin lmao)
this is where my "rhymes" "flow" into the ocean of wins, cuz battlin u is like starin at Anna Nichole's double chins-inevitable, im like leavin u in christopher reaves state-a vegetable, im insusceptible invincible and impeccable, im reppin warlords to da full, ur fulla "shit" and it aint "bull"//
get back to me after ur elevation, oops i forgot ur in a constant position like the constellations, ive just had a revelation it seems that my murking of u was irrelevation, now spit and try to get over this lyrical constapation//


aight ur turn