I spit diseases at ya so you can for once in your life tell your friends that you're an ill emcee, Any other way you could never be elevated past the height of a christmas tree// I'm spittin garbage tonight to rip this kid and confuse him twiztin up his mental-veins, Realize my legacy not even ya strongest umbrella could stop my 'reign'// I'll grab a apron and a silver platter cuz I'm quick to serve ya, Considering ya self a true lyricist is a title ya dont derseve bruh// I rip ya mind outta ya skull and drop ya brain to ya feet so ya can think on your toes, Release poisnus words to defuse ya mental stability put enough wholes in your brain like I was shootin off shotgun-blows// Ya remain a bitch not good for shit but dick-slobbin, My names recognized in gotham as the hero, but it's your hood that I'm robin// And I smoke ya quicker than some stoners-on shwag weed, About 4-or 6 shotgun shells is all i need to make this fag-bleed// I'm cuttin this keystyle short cuz you were in a rush ta get serve, Ripped ya quickly like I said I would and bitch thats my werd//

outty