---------The Meditation Warmup-----------
Shoot-nine-dead into the boot-spine-head of Milli//
You must be dead or silly producN flow equal to Texas Hill-Billies//



--------------------The real shit------------------

Ya lyrics wouldnt be hot or restored if ya ingnite panel related flammable liquids//
I'll claw apart bitches stomachs til spine ends...Barbaque hot until they become prime ribs//
I rip kids wit quickness...The lyrical Carol Lewis...I'll 'smoke' this mandabile witness//
Nine artilary weapons in clinical trenches couldnt elevate ya killing sector//
Not even oinment nectures of Aloe Vera will help ya skin texture//
I explode lectures wit onsite impakt like The Newton Boys//
Radioactively nuke my flamming sword for assassination of your thorax voice//
Ya time is over...Like Surge Knight ta PAC Im foreclosing on ya assests//
Yo ryhmes are undefined into delexsic like a Blind man text rapping on this site//
Your ineed of Glutamine peptides cause protein got ya brain thinkin 9 Milli faulted//
Aggrevated assult tends to be created by my first win giving ya 5-0 loss kid//
I spit volted lego blocks into ya head..Connect the thoughts...I win cause ya techfaulted//