my punches connect wirelessly,free & clear like Sprint/
you cant spark your "hot lines" like lighters with no flint/
im mind bending,frying brains like convicts after death sentencing/
your pretending,im dispensing sense while your breath is lessening/
your clueless,eat me?...not quite,my punches leave you toothless/
truth is,you could spit like a drunken uncle and ya words still wouldnt be abusive/
the way i use personals is sickening,kinda like is a diss-ability/
you could give ya bars blades and masks but you still wont be killing me/
ya shit is silly,you spittin lyrics is too comical/
ill have you "shittin bricks" from "stone blows" to ya abdominal/