Smashin Soda Bottles Would Be The Only Way You Could Bust Caps//
You Couldn't Stop My Focus I Must Be In The Matrix Cuz Im Puttin This Free(Agent)To Nap//
You Couldn't Spit Heat If You Threw Up Fresh Cooked Meals//
You Couldn't Shock-Predators If ya Name Was Mc-EEL//
I Dish Out Sick Flows Like People With Aids That Can't Stop Coughing//
This Kid Lyrics Are Gabarage So Into The Trash His Dead Carcus Im Tossin//
Im Spittin Arrows Jus So I Can Get My Point Across//
You Couldnt 'Catch-My-Flow'.. If Ya Name Wuz Randy Moss//
This nigga obviously ain't ready, just cuz um fresh meat I ain't the nigga to test//
here let me step back and give you room to breath, by putting holes in ya chest//
Nigga now you dying in need of life support, I ain't the nigga to ask for help//
Uma cut ya legs off, so you can't stand up for yourself//
Im Gonna Piss On ya Verse Like A Fat Man With Bladder-Infection//
My Flow Runs Over Ya Wack Rhymes Like A Cat Crossing An-Intersection//
Damn Im Tired Of These Newbies Tryin To Push Weight But Their Verbal Strength Is To Weak//
I'm Verbally Rapeing This Bitch Using Charles Manson Techniques//
My Rhymes Are Untouchable Simply,Too Complex For da Ruthless//
Da Punches I throw Land Painfully, In Ya Mouth Knockin This NiggaToothless//