aight...let's go...

I'm a "execute" my lyrics, and decapitate you wit my lyrical guillotine/
You "supplement" my rhymes, killer lyrics is what your "Creatine"/
you the type of nigga to do gay porn, just so you can gain some small fame/
have this nigga change his name to "EA" just so he could be "in the game"/
you think you spit sick, but you're a lyrical hypochondraic/
you spit lyrics from the heart, but my rhymes will blitz an attack on your cardiac/
you're trying to swim upstream on "Soybean River", so you can "go against the grain"/
your punches couldn't "connect", like a broken spine, and "nerve impulses from the brain"/
cause lyrically, you's a tragedy waiting to happen/
I'll leave you scarred and cut-up as a result of my rappin'/
cause my lyrical daggers stab and cut, taking poor bitches lives/
It's like your Helen Hunt, in a "Twister" of knives/

go...good luck...