Feeble Minded Cuff up ya lame ass spits and arrest your cardiac (Cardiac Arrest)/

My spits flip ya like a Barnum and Bailey acrobat//: 1
I’ll shred ya lyrics as if ya was a tissue/
And once you layin’ in pieces in tha garbage, ain’t nobody miss you//: 2
Battlin’ me is like Spinnin’ tha chamber in Russian Roulette/
gambling with your life and you still choose tah place ya bet//: 3
Put ya teeth up on tha curb and then step on your face/
Slice off ya legs and leave your “ass *missin*” and you *sittin’* on your waist//: 4
My raps will disassemble your limbs and destroy your vertebrae/
Rip out your ear drums and chew on em’, just to know that you’ve heard of me//: 5
My lyrics is heavy artillery, hungry for war/
I shred up juicy and red meat like you, cuz my style is raw//: 6 (weak as ****!)
I’ll chew on bullets cuase my teeth is sealed with steel/
You couldn’t survive these conditions if you was trained to be a navy seal//: 7
I’m bout to shoot rhymes out my lyrical shotgun, these shells’ll shock-ya/
So many bullets in your grille, you’ll need to see a dentist, not a doctor//: 8
Better yet, your best bet would be to get done your autopsy/
Just like tha rest that died from fUckin’ wit JDiesal//: 9
I’ll spit a brick, that’ll split ya clique, sonn stop rydin’ on Jd's diCk/
Better stick to flippin’ pics, cause rappin’ ain’t your top pick//: 10

Luck I Ain’t Come Hard On Ya Ass: Cause I’m Tired As FuCk