...:::Warmin' Up:::....
Your name isn't your name for nuttin' herb//
Probably got it for everytime u "crash"ed n burnt//
I'm droppin' hazardous rhymes, step back before i knock u back in time//
This rap is mine you ain't got tha skillz to shine it's time for u to realize tha signs//
You couldn't beat-shit if u punched ya toi-let uh oh i think i made ya boy-wet//
You dissapointed ya mom when u came out tha closet and told her bout when u boys-met//

...:::Merking Time:::....
Your rhymes ain't divine i'm about to rip out ur spine wit these exquizit lyrics that will leave u behind//
My lyrics are so "bright" they'll blind ya eyes and then you'll curl up and die inside//
I'll make u see tha bright light at tha end of tha tunnel, man my rhymes are tighter than tha ass of Tory Runnels//(WWE diva)
Now u gonna pay tha-toll while i'm still sayin' suttle when i let loose you'll be thrown in tha gutter//
When i unleash this powerful nuclear shower of rhymes gettin' thrown atcha, man you couldn't kill if u had a hatchet//
You gonna feel as though i lit a match up under ya ass now you gaspin' for breath knowing i merked u fast go to ur door and latch it//
Crash be my next victim, there will be only 1 episode like a bad sitcom, i'ma put him in anxiety syn-drom// (syndrome)
Till i make him throw a fit for his mom and want another chance but he don't deserve ta get one at all//

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Respect is all I'm after.
Prime effort is all you can expect.
Perfection will be promised in time.

The Creation