aight yo....the force deliverd from this format, will crush your lyrical form-FLAT!//
leave you lookin FLAT like signz in corn-stacks, and thin-lined doormats//check, i write
more sick shit then sites with porn-chats, wit more sparks then storm-
maps//leave the pages with your written, ~RIPPPed~, wit torn-stats...

yo...u sopposably spit fresh, ~but how?~, when u have a bad taste of spit-to-
start-out//i'd RIP u like i'd RIP the rest of RIP (R.I.P), and twist-ur-hart-
out//check...i insist u quick, before u-looze-your-self, ~go ahead~, DQ-your-
self//do u really want to make a fool of yourself, well i use medical tools to un---
-->screw-ur-health//i got this kid panikan so much, that he'll go do-him-self (do-
as in kill)...and save me time on doin-it//FUCK THAT!, stay livin, i wanna enjoy
tha fission, and watch the rhythm stab-through-ur-ribs...

the wordz ur spittin, looks like shit i-read-off-the-net//if i catch you
bitin son, i'll RIP your fuck-head-off-your-neck..

i'll rip ur ADAMS-APPLE out ya mouth, well hez mad-yellin//he poses
as a felon, when the only crime hez ever commited was bad-spellin//

i'll RIP ur fuckin heart out ur chest. leavin this kid-wit-torn-ribs//no-
one likes you even ur friend THUGZDOCRY be like, "pot1ents-a-deformed-kid"!!!!!!