BATTLE FIELD***

You can’t compare to da Mistress of this rap globe
My bars have you intellect spinning like a cyclone
Thinkin now you probably should of left me alone//

AWE AND SHOCK***

Dislocate ya cerebellum from you cerebrum (to scramble you thoughts)
Got you stuck thinking lost like a ailing bum
I’ll fly your intervertebral disk like a Frisbee
The only fame under your name is when I put you on unsolved mysteries//

REGROUP AND REPOSITION***

I’m play like your local phone company, instead of lines your spine I’m disconnect
Your time is up your last breath has been taking like my bars was laced with anthrax
I got enough c4 in my bars to drop you like the fall of Saddam , you fall in check

DA KILL***

This encounter you probably deciding was one of your existences biggest mistake
Your stalled and out of time like a ford at a junk yard heep
designated defeat fucking with me ur next vision, six feet deep
Once I’m done mincing ya da corners gonna have to pursue the maggots to ya bereavement situate//

UP THE VOTES!!!!!

PS PULL THE DICTIONARIES IF YA DON’T KNW