I hit metaphor wit lyrical blows so hard that his eye start swellin//
and tell him to take his chain of cause the ice not helpin//
i'm too skilled to be touched, espeacially by metaphor//
i'm so ill that when i spit, my rhymes could not be ignored//
when i flow you would think i'm crazy cause i'm too relenthless//
and i make sure my punchlines send this coward to the local dentist//
you picked the wrong fight when you came and messed with collector//
theres no hiding from me as i rip throught yo chest protector//
my flow is sharper than a razor that cuts yo vein deeper//
i'll put a gun to ya head and really give u a brain teaser//