Its a crime how u challenged my lines with your rhymes that are more played then knock knock lines/
Ill call an assembly to remove ur extremities and use your spine to "BEAT" u like N.Cannon in "Drumline"/

Kid Tried-To-Pass, Your 'Mis-Under-Stood' like if ya Spine-Collapsed/
ya Mind-Is-Tapped..When you spit 'THE LIFE of the music' just Dies-In-Rap/

Deploying my lines, how do you expect to hold this?/
When you look like you're Recycling 'Flows' as if you Drink your own piss!/

Im tired of all of you asses, Wouldnt be able to see my lyrics if you were using glasses/
The only time you get "Butt" is off of cigerette ashes/

pretentures and pressures-to-crime Ive measured-ya-Rhyme, you not hot enough for even a sensor-to-find/
Detach ya Throat-from-ya-Spine theres no Hope-for-ya-Mind ya Linez Useless like Gunz with Scopes-for-tha-Blind/

You need a reason to quit? How about the fact that you spit 'Blunder-In-Flows'/
Cmon man...with a dick on ya lips the signs that you BLOW are right 'Under-Your-Nose'/

Last line, like god judgin the world to an empty shelf/
I hope he reincarnates into "Stamps" so he can finally "Collect Himself"/