No more "Blue's Clue's" reviews from mentally bruised fools//
The "mystery" is how I turn your "canine" spits to drools//
Lyrical tools used to completely abuse crews//
Whether by "Tee's" steeze or meth "Rashaddy" dies in round two//
I dissect ya molecules like broken coals at barbecues//
I separate ya from ya peeps and confine ya to solitude//
Call you back out to test ya scholastic aptitude//
Expose ya as a failure now the whole site laughs at you//
Blastin' you couldn't be more deadly if my words were 9 "tech"//
Spine check reveals jelly flows from mind to neck//
I'm hurtin' "invertebrate" verses with superior rhyme structure//
Sturdier verbs than "pachyderms", circle ya style like a vulture//
I touch ya from a distance but you swear I'm right there//
My verses sink into ya skin like follicles on hair//
Beware, this dawg's bite will leave ya fuckin' bones bare//
And "Front Lines" just cringes as they watch ya flesh tear//
You in a rush to go nowhere fast//
Your name could be "Flash Gordon" and you still couldn't outrun my blast//
On your last place trophy's where your names engraved//
Since I cremated Rashaddy's verses that's where his memory's saved//
Your MIC is a dick and you was really just callin' "pee" out?
Once you realized it useless this nigga tried to flee out//
Thought you was badder than a "bitch" until I took the "B" out//
Now you just an "itch", aggrivating, useless like torn dollars//
Combat your "placid" tactics by turning ya spits into slobbers!!!