Bitch im bout to detach ya throat from ya spine...theres no hope for ya mind//
Ya verse is fuckin useless like guns with scopes for the blind//
PIRU full flexed stompin and compressin ya chest til my foot reaches the crest of ya neck//
Gotcha breakin a sweat now ya facin ya death ima throw ya lungs in the air just so you can catch ya breath//
Leave this punk slapped from my right fist...on the mic im righteous//
I slice wrists with fragments from my broken knife bits its a fuckin crisis//
I got an appetite to devour writes i rap tight and slap mics//
Matter of fact im so ahead of time i slayed you twice in ya past life//
Point of attack when im crackin ya bones is exactly known,like i was attackin my clone//
You bout to fall like Alicia Keys cuz this bitch cant stand my lines like trapeze artists that are accident prone//
Ya rhymes im testin break ya jaw and split ya spine in sections//
Attack ya mind with weapons cuz in this battle you'll never see the prize like blind contestants//
This battle was pointless like a needless cactus//
After you lose ima have you fallin harder than obese triplets tryna squeeze onto a twin sized mattress//

GO HEAD AND DROP