Shit faggot u talkin bout not personal I'm comin wit personalized-text/
Killin u, blowin more power wit my punches like heated verbally complex//
Ur rhymes have no killin ability, everybody reads my shit knowin dat dey feelin-me/
Comin wit punches of all the trilogies i'm the realest nigga u see//
The mutagenic agents I spit'll extinguish the flames light in torches/
Ya shyt gets aborted cuz ya weaker then da paramagnetic forces//
this nigga is elementary, so go back and study, cuz time has tookits toll/
Intelect is a forgetfull 10 years old, and his style is as solid as playdough//

~enough playin around~

now i gotta break-ya-rhyme....i told you ta wait-in-line/
i'll slice ya back wit a knife on fire just ta incinerate-ya-spine//
u sayin ur verse is nasty..thats why i threw tha shit-in-tha-garbage/
i'm pitch'n-this-carnage can't believe this cats hit'n-his-hardest//
claim i'm write'n a novel...yet my story-has-broke-you/
tha sites tired of you...ya even bored-ya-whole-crew//
claim ya kill'n me...i find you a joke...-condem-me/
you've already lost you had a better chance wit oprah-winfrey//