My spits Make ya Spleen-Decay, Better Break tha Judges Legs if you want Votez to Lean-ya-Way//// 1
Sptitacular, l make ya Dome-Spark, b!tch check tha Flow-Chartz, cuz’ I’m Known-to flow Sharp//// 2
your like a Self Conducting Mozart!....cuz’ tha only thing you can Beat is ya Own-Heart/ (Fucka)
You don’t got tha Right Flow, thiz South-Pawz Droubts-Soft/
another Loss is thiz Boutz-Cost, Exchange our Throats, in other Wordz your Out...Tossed/
I'm like a Sniper with Text, only time you Shoot with Scopes is Mouth-Wash//(haha)
I like to Punch Personal, so Hide-ya-Image, SYN get in ya Head so Bad you’d forget ya Mind-was-in-It/ (whoa)
Hot Rhymes, can you make my Lines-Extinguish? hell no, Burn up ya Spine, until ya Define-Diminished/
ya Prime-is-Finished, against ME tha only way you’ll See da Upper Hand is if you were Timin’-Minutes/
This cat..yeah he Got-Potential, I heard his Flow is Nasty haha.. but they Talkin’-Menstrual/(eew)
Shock-ya-Central Organs until it Stops-ya-Mental, Phuck it....Rot-ya-Temple/
Thiz cats not Rough..... should be a Quaker Physic cuz even ya Thoughts-are-Gentle//
SYN More feared then a Balistic-Sorcerer, I’ll Mangle spitacular until he’s shaped like a twisted-Contortioner
Put Swords-in-your.. Stomach and Carve ya Body like an Artistic-Coroner//
Need to match me with iLL heads, Instead-of-tha-Novices, Pathetic-and-Thoughtlessness/
ya Posts is Garbage, better Go-Edit-All-of-It, I got a Known-Fetish-for-Dominance/


Get outta here Biatch