My fist launches to bomb-this faggot till hes unconscience, my concepts so complex that this imbicil takes them for nonsense, pay homage to these lines that leave XL4REAL floors quicker then a prom-dress//
Your a lame-retard and your flaming-hard, I will leave you shamed-and-scared as I leave you mamed-in-shards, im hitting you so many times youd swear i had my hands then a game-of-cards//
XL4REAL? does that mean your a fat-fuck, you infact-suck, you must feel like you got ran over by a mat-truck, left a call out and I answered it you must have whack-luck, this herb thinks he hits heavy cause hes into fat-sluts//
fucking retard thinks he has game cause he plays cards,ya bones shard as I bombard with These words might-scare, My fists strike-hard, the illest bar you ever dropped had a label that read right-gaurd//
Leaving your spine shattered-in-peices, im like canibus the way ive mastered-this-thesis, creating new concepts faster-then-jesus, I no ones ever out lasted-this-genious, he has-to-increase-his level of skill or get bashed-till-his-knees-give//
watch me defeat-this-herb, make his face meet-the-earth, hes toast before I even complete-this-verse, all he does is TALK SHIT, so ill shove his colon into his stomach so he can eat-his-words//
He is scared shittless of these lines im sending-him, This kid spits alot, hes sucked off plenty-men, This faggot begs the question how is it possible to still be an herb and have twenty-wins//