your flows about as horriable as the name you chose to flow//this cat's about to pack
up and fold...shit i might as well just call him EMCEE EGROLL//so you think your spits
gold, i spit titaniun metals out my nose when i compose flows on microphones for
show//you could spit your best bars to a rap crowd, and my mediocore lines would still
get the crowd to applaud loud for the secondary shit comin outta my mouth//I think
he was born with 1 extra chromosone...kuz the way he hold the microphone it's like he
gots DOWNSYNDROME//im foamin out the mouth, like a rabies patient locked down by
myself on the couch//this cat couldn't spit hot shit if he was a fuckin MEXI MELT...
DRENCHED IN THE HOTTEST SAUSE THE FUCKIN MARKET SELLS//
I'd love to help you out with album sales//I'll take 500 copies of your self-released
"LYRICAL KILLA'S ATTEMP TO FAIL"//put him in a boat with nails then watch as him and his whole career sink to the bottom then burn in hell!//the flow is explosive, repulsive cuz I'll beat you till your dome's corroded...check the
notion, your words couldn't kill me even if it was MURDER-WHO-WROTE-IT!//I,m above you
lookin down so praise me when you pray-to-god...sorry LYRIKAL, but riding dick's the only
wayyou'll stay-on-top//yo, you couldn't blaze a verse if this bitch burned the pages...I
AM ILL, but you couldn't catch my sickness even if it was contagious!//I already beat
you...yea he made a few excuses but the truth is, im beatin this stooge-with-bricks until
he bruises!//you floatin in oceans slowly approachin the at-lantic...I could give you a
knife for the second round...you STILL wouldn't take a stab-at-it//he's gay...thats the only
reason he could handle prison...watch me pistol whippin this bitch like im out of
ammunition!//fuck a thug bitch, i teach-g's-a-lesson, and slit more wrists then those of
PRE-TEEN DEPRESSION//believe im spittin fluent grippin bullshit flows and rippin through-
it, rip your backbone out your mouth until you taste your SPINAL FLUID!!!!