Congrats u've masterd the science of wackness
i'll silence ya rap spits
with alliance of tactics/On rhymes, attack quick
like a lion that's captive/And lay u down flat like i'm ironing fabrics/
U dont want to fight bitch/i'll beat you lifeless with a pair of Vicegrips/
And peel off ya eyelids
and make you wacth ya life slip.
Im amazed by this nonsence
from a rapper who think he's blazin like comets/
U dont flow slick, all that seamen u take in is toxic
it's makin you vomit.
Challengin me, a waste of time like wavin at the blind/
bitch i'll penetrate ya fragile mind/
like balls at valentine
then shatter ya spine
and thats just half a battle ryme.
here's my thesis i'll tear you to pieces
like pits not wearin leashes i carry RAP diseases.