i'm feelin it, you be feelin it, this wanna be king gon' get hit so hardcore his balls be tinglin yo

ight listen.....
introducing "fatal" punches producing "ambitions" excluding bitches from my hit list of newb's-conflictions,
all "fact" no "fiction" my precision raps "fuckin" cats "hardcore" in numerous lyrical "positions"

you usin "step ladders" can't reach the "level" of my compact lines splatterin your hopes of becomin a "up-graded" challenger,
only time you could "cruise" to my speed is if you was a "designated-passenger" on my race to the top fastenin your seat-belt n burstin yo exposed bladder

fatally rippin this "merked king" apart like fresh pussy bein eatin backwards so they experience fall-offs like "glancing-eyes" towards me is "sawed-off",
"blow-off" the top "spuing" lava "heated" to cease the becoming of your release of yo "mild-sauce"

i emphasize that "behind enemy lines" i'll overcome your "boundries" n have you "out-standed" of my pride,
deeply fry your tries to compete-lyrically-wit-me has you imaginize i could beat-your-"feats" rapidly leavin you "out-of-stride"

you play pretend that i dont' "off-end" your "trail" to pleasureless dick stand feelin less like a man,
bend-your-strends withought a hand-to-lend'pon your record as if you had"3 wins"n battlin me give you yo "forth-givin"


shit... feels good to battle again....