Boi calm your nerves. I am at work dog. I see you are anxious to get flamed.......

When I spit dog the effects are methamorphic/ Catastrophic/
Like injecting AIDS vitcims with ebola equals outcomes that are horrific/
So to battle me is like a skinless man with no defense against a immune deficiency/ A skinny chance of you winning when I flow with the keys
I'm quick to dismantle you limb from torso, torso from head/ Even If I ghost wrote for you, you couldn't get a head/
True I take my name literally/ Cause when I battle cowards like you I translate you in to a spirit flamed with shit from the Ghostly...
Character that crack backs with Bane and leave you as blind as a Bat, Man/
My spittle comes with such striaghtness that it will enable a crippled man to stand/
This art was perfect in the streets/ where they bust heat/
And put niggas to sleep/
With hot metal not from causes of niggas fucking sheep/
Thats the country, boi, with dirt roads and the likes of fucking with family memebrs/
Fucking with me will leave 'em dismembered, leaving polaroids for you to remember.....

How I drop deadly ensembles