alright didn't have enough time to spit dis shit so its quik..i'm off to practice...


you spit ugly shit no wonder why his rap is contaminating
server double doses just to beat him even if he was collaborating//

i show acts of violence but taktik keeps up his acts behind scences
cant ever see me like he had blind genes fuck your sanity like i fuck up your rhyme scheme//

Shit kid, my heat never cooling, this bitches spit will look like this dawg was drooling
anotha loss this cat must be choosing, i'll throw a fucking wheel at him, so he really could be tired of losing//

Taktik so wack, germs couldnt give em a cold (he'll never be ill), my illness bold, truth told, stair- case my way to tha top, till this chumps brain folds buys lines that goes unsold, his jewelry's old, couldnt rhyme nice if his verse was written with bars of gold//

My illness he couldn’t catch it, Split ya brain and have fractions, my punches, i packed it, like rocky films re-inacted put ya head in a backpack n sac it//

c I’m deadly, like hepatitis attacking ya liver, so then call me an inner killer unlike you I’m not jerking off, but I still cum iller, this threads like bingo, cause I’m an instant winner//

hottie already rocked it, my lethal method hits you so quickly, Taktik is asking to how to pause it unbeatable by this weaklings attack, so stop it, couldn’t get head if his record was switched opposite//