aight,

a triumph begins,

Your punches hits- soft, spiting fake like lauras crofts tits-dawg-

i lacerate-joints, while punches demonstrate-points across to you,
lost in the fog-

blazing and castrating this cat, scanning your flows and the screen
kept flashing "whack"-

coming in contact with your interself realizing trying not to get your
shit jamed realizing you almost got your self in a "tight-jam -

this kid must be fascinated with toyz pretending to be an m-c but his definition is mens cock-

your rhymes wouldnt be hot if you went to freestyling academy coming back saying your flows rock?-

what is this a fresh topic off the top tryin ta hit with punch-linez but the clozezt thing to one
youll get to is at prom-

This cat is whack, im takin him and his crew out in singles wraped like "Kraft"-

Comparing me to you is like your training wheels and my dirt bike-

You couldn’t thra a mean punch line if you were encountered by satan himself-

Ill slit ya wrists, it’s a blood mountain-a-mist yaou searchin for tha wizzard at get a heart in ya chest-

Your bullet proof vest wouldn’t be able to stop penatration from lyrics hitting harder than rhino bullets,
ya getting put to tha test-

I seep through and stop ya breathing which means suffercation a sickness with a cure with
no vaccinations was your implication-

when shattered_solja is called upon i eat herbz like you like
a flesh eating disease-

entering through your cerebral then to your abdomen and finaly
to your intestines and squeeze............BOOM--