i perform surgery on the mic, lace it with a device called anti-wackness//
you tried to operate on it and got sued for malpractice//


the intro ^

it'z 4th Down & Inches SLim ..U best "huddle" ya' Finest Sentence/
these BLITZES won't let U TOUCH DOWN..get crushed at da Line-of-Scrimmage//// (aww shit..itz on now..get his azz Syn)
think ya' Rhymez-are-Vintage??..surely, they've "aged" into FLAWWED Scorez/
You battled a bunch of nobodies sum rap battle whores///
i'll White those Wordz out..don't worry ya' SECRET is Safe-wit-Us/
i DISLIKE YO' DIGESTIVE ORGANS..Translation.. i Hate-ya-GUTZ/// (daaamn...)
'dis Man'z-Faintin'-from-Paper-Kutz..SynikIlL Assaultin-U and ya -Goonz/
i'll SEASON ya' INJURIES..by pourin' Salt-in-ya-Woundz////
i'm Stalkin' Buffoonz with Harpoonz..you're Doomed to Coffinz-and-Tombz/
perform ABORTIONS-wit-SPOONZ cause 'dis FETUS is all SOUP'd Up/
i'll part ya' AZZ CHEEKS wit Table Sawz..now ya' GLUTES CUT up//

when SynikILL Lay-Text-itz-Ya Thru..only audible soundz are Feint Criez/
of "MASTER-ed..PIECEz of victims aRt" splattered on CANVAS 'til da PAINT{blood} Driez/// (tou che nigga..don't do him like dat)

now 'dis Bitch Done..lanky spit wit a COLD FLow..i'm ANTI-FREEZE and OVER--heated 20 minute keystyle etched out perfect you slow poke/

my World Order Smotherz respiratory tractz..Burstin-ya-Chest/
"Blowin' Kisses at GRIM REAPERZ"..i guess Slim like Flirtin-wit-Death$$
Alert-da-Press..SYN da EARTH'z CRUST..no way he Matchin' Verses/
even at his Apex..Lanky--Skill(ary)..barely "Scratchin-da-Surface"---------- (stop it sun..go 'head bOmb..itz ova..he'z done..kaput..finito..cooked..and stir-fried..lol..oh my lord!!!)

End Result..FLAW-LESS-ness Suckaz



I wish they had a TITLE cause it would be MIne