Radioactive waves of rhymes bein' sprayed thru your head till your dead or atleast in a daze//
Camouflauged in this lyrical haze for days and days finally you find your way and gasp and gaze//
Wonderin' what tha fuck just struck-you, "no no man wait u can't do that" well yes i can so fuck-you//
You can't compete wit Tha Remix i'm just too fuckin' much for you, just like my girl you suck-too //
Watch me as i fluctuate like a doctor allow me to operate on this fake gay ass wannabe a lil boy's mate//
What you think i was gonna show u mercy or go easy on you just cuz u suck worse than tha New Orleans Saints//
Complaints and whines about your shitty rhymes about how they irritate so bad it stops a fuckin' life line//
Like venom my rhymes are poisoning your blood wit sickness filled metaphores of wisdom//
I'ma hit-ya so hard ya might as well jack off your wrist until my "fist-comes"//
Which-one? pick-a-gun or i can just bomb a few hundred pounds on u like big-pun//
I'm so ill and real my last name is syndrome me losin' is like snoop smokin' hindo// (snoop quit and says he'll never go back)
So wit this last line let me amaze u once again-doh don't act like we friends-yo this is the end-foe//

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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