You Want To Battle Mr. SYN?...

Not A Smart Move Partna...

*Cracks Knuckles And Prepares To Key*

In A Run Along Period Im The Death Of A Sentence, Im Always full of rage & car-nage, i remain tha heart-less with ya Half eatin heart-bitch///

Who Told You Swallowing Asphalt Would Help You Spit More For The Streets?..///// 2.

I'll Give You Seven Days To Pre-Write Ya Verse And Itll Still Come up Week... /// 3
Your Diccryding Crew Can Claim My Punches Missed Your Cold Scripts, Explanation? Cuz They Seek~Heat... //// 4
I Wash Out Emcees When I Speak~Bleach And Erase The Saint From My Cerebral Fabrics... ///// 5
The Last Battle You Had Left l A Scar On Your Left Arm Faggot... /////6
My Tactics Flip You Backwards Until Your Stutterin From Loss~Of~Words... /// 8
Being Alergic To Oregano And Eatin Pizza Was The Last Time I Lost~To~Herbs... /// 9
You Think A SAINT Could Burn A DEMON, Im Equal To A Hundred And Three Degrees...
I Eat up The Bodies Of Dead Emcees My Skills Attack Back Three~Fold so HERB please ...

I THINK THATS ALL I NEED FOR YOU...AIGHT IM OUT PEECE...