i aint intrested, this fool's soul will easily be put to rest//
Ill rip through your ribs, and pull your dirty soul out from your chest//
Your watching your back like crazy, while in the dark im silent lurking//
Your in the wrong place, emcees like you recive a violent merking//
My ryhmes will come at you like hot burning lead, there is no defence//
After im finished, only way we'll c is you is with the sixth sense//
Im lyrically surgical and your going under the mic// (knife)
Hold your bible tight, say your prayers and prepare for the after life//
After reading my verse, U became Lryically inpain//(lyrically insane)
I hit harder and sharper than a battle axe to the brain//


soz late, im at work