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Creating deaths, I kill on instinct and send families dead roses to pay respects/
In the Game of Death I was slaying mics before you took your first baby steps/

My words "Take breaths away" when I "Crush MCs" like Big Pun on beats/
You'll get 'raped', slip on a ladies dress this 'Site' will see there's a 'Bitch underneath'/

Ya ship sunk, now my spits flood like the atlantis shore/
You a TWO-BIT JOKE to a lazy cat like me, you leave MAN-OVER-BORED/

Comin at me with No actions or words like Hellen-Keller playin Sharades/
In this battle theres more "Blood comin out" of affliction than Homosexual Gang Parades!/

You're malnourished dueling with me, I think this punk is senile/
The best rhyme you could create wouldn't touch my drunken freestyle/

When thoughts "cross my mind" they resemble rush hour city traffic/
You've "got nothing but hollow space upstairs", like a house with an empty attic/

Punches blue and black your mug, step in the ring with me I'll expose your lack of stamina/
You don't spit "Fly rhymes" cuz you only "(W)rap on the web" like tarantulas/

Its the return of the deadliest sentinel, the content of my lyrical/
Force ripped through ya, got you needing First Aid like NEW BORN PHISICALS/