im killen you, and this is prolly the wackest ive wrote/
ill call you cannibal, my kids are in the back of ya throat/
your rhymes seem nice at first but end up breakin down like rental cars/
didn't the scientist tell you? wackness was a side effect of menopause?/
startin shit, the iLLness makin you cough and spit/
this cat's just like his girl's tonsils, wont get off my dick/
i puncture your thoughts, and sever your thinks/
yes you may be clever, but your delivery stinks/
and yes...ya throwin punches but im barely feelin the hits/
like an aborted baby...im left fellin no kicks/
throw you in a "breast implant" "waiting room", put ya in a "flat line"/
my rap shines, ya wack rhymes, is like throwing clocks....passed times/
i lay down my verse and make you die on it/
aint eva seen this guy honest-if your name was mississippi, ya "flow" still wouldn't have a lot of eyes on it/
like an outta work school teacher aint no way you can test me/
especially, when ya flow spits back with weak splashes like a broken jet-ski/
you aint holdin shit down like anti gravity, so how are you standin on earth?/
your whole delivery is fake like manicans at birth!!!