Ok man Im gonna Fuckin Murder Ya 4REAL.....

Meks is one half of mek-anics,
I can here ya gears crunchin... as you panic.
Smoke fills the room like dry ice from ya ears,
Time to clear the mist son....and face ya fears.
I'll stick ya in ya throat leaving the knife there to rest,
As you choke and swallow you stab yourself in the chest.
Your miserable you've realised your mistake,
Your battlin 4Real exposing your fake.

Dam im on form bleeding you dry like body form, (Bodyform=Tampax make)
Leaving you in toxic shock as your body I deform. (Toxic shock=Illness caused by tampax)
I'll slip you up and expose you again,
Cuz my spit run more fluid than the ink in ya pen.
Talkin of pens your surrounded in this game,
You couldnt elevate up and out if superman was ya name.
You I got you stuck like animals in quick sand,
You could move fast if I connected ya brain into broadband.
Like Mobb Deep said you gotta solidify this,
This guy already spit lines that be stinkin of piss.

SHOOK!!!!!!!!