yo my bad,

I disintegrate bones-n- infiltrate-zones, jack the rippa your rhymes chicken scratch, so many fakes like you I castrate-clones-1

You throw punches like late-reactions because when they finally hit I sit there laughing-2

Manipulate-distractions and duplicate-abstractions, so there’s double the life lines, and I’ll hit you with punches so hard you animate-contractions-3

Setting fires to incinerate-rhymes, your flows like concentrate-limes because your rhymes bitter-4

Infiltration-invading your home killing you by asphyxiation-castrating is the next best thing-5

Your punches hit like Mike Tyson because you swing and always miss so you come back biting-6

You so played out you could inherit eminems-ability but realize your rhymes stay the same because you still have feminine - disability’s -7

No matter how hard you try to terminate mc’s you couldn’t penetrate - casualty’s- 8

Your rhymes stick like wet cement but after an hour the always go dry-9

I’m from the dark side where broken angels cry, the body count will continue to multiply, the unholy and never been baptized-10