thiz iz my final-testto snap your spine-and-chest
wit wordz rougher than primal-flesh/twist your chest
so it disconnestsyour breath/and blendz your bonez
out to tha size-of-breasts/yo, i know more less, these
rhymez-be-blessed...by this flame throwing
equipped kind/giving me the ability to crisp-mines
crush you then rippp this kid six hundred and sixty
six-times/well grippen' sick linez...only replying, on
stabbin' your mind with your nose-bone/which leaves
your flowz-blown/wit no oxygen like walkin-in-the
o-zone/watch, this flow growin"...wit more toxic then
car exaust tips, and gas faucets/see, thats why your
jawz-stripped/cause i rip faces
with jaws-grip/bitch applause-this/lyrical lock-smith/
thats noxious...with the rawest rage-flow/containing
enough flame painting/to make this whole fucking
page-glow/YO!!!!!