Yo....

This fag can catch a fuckin' throat strep, witta broke neck when my whole set chokes his flows vocal chord flesh.

The torn effect of yur severed head is catchin', never ending sketches of death threat possession.

I'll stab ya past life witta plastic hand knife, n have yo mamma pregnant wit faggit Mik's ass twice.

Or maybe twins, boy on a boy like lesbians. Or dikes wit guy friends, Mik n his bi kins.

Regarding the cause of yo moms hospital death. I'm positive i deposited the bombs in her chest.

Dawning on the thought, Mik lost in his set. Vomitting the balls cuz he swallowed the shit.

I'll make ya brain shift like quake plates so you can tast it. A face lift, ta place you eight days up in the Matrix.

This agent.... name Shifted'll staple you to his hit list. N feed you to the people like Jesus did wit his fish gift.

I format my flows ta blow ya vision like cataracts. Rhymes ta hold ya skull n give you headache n panic attacks.

I woke up in a chemestry class, prepared me a blast n had Mik up in half as i carefully buried his ass.

You couldn't flow if you was weightless liquid water. I'll hit you harder than six gay dicks waitin' ta give you daughters.

My microphone's injected wit energetic synthetic, type of flows for medics ta leave Mik's ass beheaded.

I'll beat you in the streets out of fuckin' recognition. N force feed you heat till you bleed, like clit infections.

While i let you inhale this fail smell. Shoot a fuckin' dart through ya heart, sharper than a carpenters nail.

This bitch is fuckin' peaced.