my warmup spits leave u unsure if u can handle more/
you are shit, my illest verse will invade u like mushroom spores//
when i come in for the attack i'm come-in-wreck-less/
swingin swords round ur head and leavin u leavin-u-neck-less//
this battles like a room full of mirrors, i can see u at all angles/
u can see me slice your abdomen and as your stomach dangles//
Im killin all emceez who be steppin in my direction/
or a fake emcee like u who lives a life of lies and deception//
~i'm done~
fillin ya with bullet holes and demonic verses/
givin ya lyrical curses, punches and sonic reverses//

iight ur turn