aight QUICK key...~~

Im so off the hook that im mad yo i should be put on speaker fone,
you false, you aint a "dark-force" jus in my "shadow" put there as a weaker clone/
lyrical "visual cologne", you can see the "smell" of defeat in your eyes,
i got the "hands of death" so when i "touch DOWN" you bound to "FALL to your demise"/
flow the facts y hold them back? as your last temptation il leave you "hollering",
come at me like u sweet, i cut off your feet, and im lack-toes intolerant/
spit vicious recitals eat a bible and spit scriptures,
in "full colour" il make you "face" ur "fake" like michael jackson over 18 and then kid pictures/
~u dont make sense il clean the lies out your mouth like my rhymes are "Colgate" dense,
fuck Bruce Willis' kid, you been "killed" so bad seeing your wacknesss is like the "8th sense" (6th sense)