I'm the One Abusing Peeps, Whilst you Prefer to Bruise the Cheeks,/
I'll Spit,, and ''STRIP'' your Bars "NAKED",, then send you on a Losing "STREAK"/
Ya Using Speech,, like Spastic Zulu's,, No-one understands that Tribal Chant,/
Synikills verse enchant and enhance,
Ya Final Chance,, has Ended Fast,, Cos No One Beats this Cursed-Kid,/
I told You to "BRUSH" up on "SHIT", So Now You "SWEEP" ya "VERSES",/
Call my Peeps for Searches,, I'm The illuminant Glow to Teach Minds,/
I "KEEP TIME",, like "CLOCK THIEVES",, Kids,, I'm Never late to Post,/
Kid,, like a Thanksgiving Dinner,, the "TURKEY" thats Never too late to Roast,/
It's never too Late to Toast,, So the Red Stuff's what I'm Choosing,/
Im Fed up of Amuzing,, I'm out to Hurt son,, and this is Fuckin Crunchtime,/
Type a Bar with my "TOES",, So Good,, it becomes a Fuckin "PUNCHLINE",/
Have ya Duckin "ONE SPINE", Throw a vertabrae Til It Crashes with a Racket,/
Ya get Simultaneously Hit by Bones, Until Ya Corpse Smashes out the Bracket,/
I'm Lashing out to Snap It,, Your Backbone,, Bodies Gushing out Spleen Bile,/
Synikill,, Pulling So many Tricks, I got that Nigga Blushing from "GREEN MILE",/
I'm Rushing ya 'Clean' Style,, 'Dirty' Tactics,, to Knock your Snot Box In,/
Ya Mad,, cause ya Dont "SEE" the Final Round,, Like Blind Men watching Boxing/