aight...I see how we doin this...

fictious battle rapper, ghostwrites, I'll "wither" your "exterior"/
Lyrically beat you so viciously, scar your chest, and "cave in" your "interior"/
you "wine" in battle, you "thought you hurt me", but that was some "sham-pain"(champagne)*/
my flows will leave you "hypnotiq", I "melt away your shield" with "acidic rain"/
I'll lethally "disembody" you, "seperate" your "soul from your body"/
It's kinda like "taking away" "Ja Rule from Irv Gotti"/
you must "like basketball", the way you always "palming balls"/
frantically speaking enthralled to call Withersmans downfall/
I spit "telepathic murder", so when you "read" this, you take your "last breath"/
I "type out horror flicks", cause I just "rewrote your death"/

*sham=cheap falseness