aight......

I spit to stop you in your tracks, like broken down trains/
you'll be like in the country Hurt, cause you'll be in Pain/
you would never be a dope rapper even if you were my weed man/
trying to pen ill lyrics, so you put anthrax on ya hands/
I'll scorch the battlefield, like A-Bombs in Japanese land/
deamr's not used to working, but he likes doing jobs with his hands/
I'll rip out ya stomach, then you'll have a gut feeling about this/
you must be the little kid that gulped down R. Kelly's piss/
like down-syndrome sex, you're just fucking dumb/
battling me is like Mike Tyson fighting bums/
like KFC customers, you're always eating cocks/
my fatal flow, makes your heart stop, and freeze the ticks on your clock/

go........good luck..........