My rhymes “unbalance your brain”, like a b!tch goin’ through “depression”/
“Twist ya frame” and disconnect ya limbs like you doin’ a “war casualty” impression/
I’ll lyrically drown ya ass in chemical acids that’ll flood your esophagus /
You’ll have an eternity to keep comin’ up with phony rhymes while you rottin’ in your sarcophagus/
In hope of k-o’n me: like “killing ya’ll in ya sleep”, “I’ll ruin’ ya dreams”/
My spits be sown like a “sweater”, you can’t follow my lyrical “weave”/
I hope these lyrics are of liking to your appetite /
Cuz you won’t get a bite, I’ll just shuve down your throat while you scream in fright /
My rhymes’ll upthrow you and get you done quick/
You rhymes stink like “phecies”, you write them while “takin’ a ****”? /
You could spit a million of your hottest barz, but it still ain’t enough /
Face it, your rhymes is like “beach sand against the water”, you’re all “washed up”/
After this battle, you’ll get committed to the“D.C.Y.F”, cuz I just “beat you” kid/
Odds stacked up a million tah one, and you stil placed ya bid/
My lyrics is out the cannon like a blast to ya face: with heat/
You try to spit out ya words but all you spit out is ya teeth/
Ya died a death that’s similar to dieing of aids/
Uncurable and not coming of age/