I'll taint yo bitch style leavein you crippled wit a lyrical disease/
You got no fans, nobody likes ya style all you do is displease//
Leavin you on your knees, im the prophecized winner in the top legacies/
You still got nothing while I'm known through all us embassys//
Known for knockin skulls and scrapin ya mom off my balls/
U can't ever achieve wat i got even wit a respect iceberg law//
~double finisher~
With skills unknown i rhyme indestructibly in "divisions"/
I cook yo rhymes up like when im cookin up my "provisions"//
So "Envision" my "recognition" deliverin blows full of "precision"/
The lyrical blows of "circumcision" showing my "vision" of ya death description//