u can spit a BOOK OF GAME, & still COULDN'T TRAIN a HOOKER'S BRAIN,
i'll knock this dragon-mouth faggot out like SUGAR SHANE/
SHOOK YA FRAME, & left u walkin wit CROOKED SPRAINS,
i'll make this like a face-lift; you'll neva LOOK THE SAME/
i SPIT FLOWS by the SHIPLOAD in 'SHE-PIMP-MODE',
RIP HOLES; totally expose ya LYMPH NODES/
a mind 5 speeds faster than yours; u can only SHIFT 2 FIRST,
deadlier than 2 much coke, & u wanna SNIFF MY VERSE/
i'm 1 of the sickest niggas on this EARTH 2 HOLD SKILLS,
stoppin ya whole flow, like BIRTH CONTROL PILLS/
even w/out the use of a CURSE, I'M SOOOO ILL,
w/a backslap that'll REVERSE YA WHOLE GRILL/
thug business--handle that 1ST, THEN GO CHILL,
i'll have ya picture on t-SHIRTS--I'M NO FRILLS/
verbalized vermin; my VERBIAGE KILLS,
& if u supposed 2 be sick with the words, nigga, i must be TERMINALLY ILL
u crossin a tank, STRAPPED W/CANNONS, "hardware applause"; i "CLAP WITH HAMMERS",
aim at ya dome & light up ya 'pumpkin' like JACK-O-LANTERNS/
yall niggas know i'm FLY WHEN I ROCK SH*T,
hittin 'DIS NIGGA' hard enough 2 eject his brain from his skull quicka than PILOTS FROM COCKPITS/
but fuck it; i'mma let this starvin ARTIST MISBEHAVE,
b4 i spark the darkness of harsh carnage in NARCISSISTIC RAGE/