KILLA TIME........

Pierce ya "nostrils" with "hoks n' rope" on the back of my "speed boat":::: go 0-60 in seconds let's only hope that you eat listen to "Sam" and can "follow~ya~own~nose"// (froot loops....)


My scripture~lyrical, imitating physical, like spiritual ghosts :::::: you couldn't even find "shitty~hockey~players" to "hit~up~your~posts"//


Your words sour like brine, lines'll intertwine round ya "spine" :::: rip out your pelvic~base, you hesitant when it comes to "BACK-in up ya rhymes"//


Put "salt" and "pepper" to ya words, eaten ya "soft" shit for lunch:::: then I'll spit some "battle verses" in a bag n' show you how to "pack~a~punch"//


Battlin you for fun, your wordplay is "lyrically handicap" :::: if I was the "mod" you wouldn't only get "banned" from the site, I'd ban you from all of rap//


Your rhymes lame, like "broken paintings" I'll "break~ya~frame"::::: take~your~name, "CARS-ON-JETS" like droppin "Caddies" on the NY football team durin the game// (your name jus doesn't make sense???)


I'm spittin fleuries, so basically your lack of judgment is blurry::::: so when you accepted, your "text" turned "white" in fear in a hurry//


Your rhymes like a "infinite~lullaby" they "eternally~put~ya~ta~sleep":::: mind left devastated, thinking easy win outside elite//


My vibes will vibrate, I'm irate, bars I state ws 5-8!!!:::: but you spit 10, shit, to know me, you'd need to be my "blood" to really relate//


I'll creep through in stealth, aim 4 scalps, diminish health:::: this site for "emcees" not "editors", take ya shit to New York Times they could use ya help// (don't edit ya shit without explanation man......)