I spit like Mylanta,and like Tums, Spit like Pepcid Ac//
I reduce acid, in every form, for some reason Acid always wants to get inside me//
Dismantle your limbs and leave you walking on pegs//
Send you a virus, fuck up your computer, den scramble your verse like eggs//
So How's This Cat Down With Shit ~ His Money Already Spent//
Holden Two Quatars ~ An Thinks He's down With 50 Cent//
And you see, I dont Pre-write,I free-write, and spit hardcore all-out and wild, mean-while//
You could steal from clothing stores, and still couldnt come up with a good ~Free~ style//
Got no sense of shame, I'm leaving "Curse" slain//
I see no "hex's" in your battle - you can't even live up to your name//(Hex=Curse)
Mentally surgin’, when I get the urge to split Curses mind in-to-thirds//
Your inevitably "cursed", makin me spit before u, aint increasin your chances to win-you-first//
I gots da cross hairs aimin rite fo' ya head, soon anotha victum of mine dead//
My spits leavin u speechless, forgettin what u said, so now u gotta rite ya shit down instead//