U Ready 2 B Merked

ill put ur 'life in a broken engine' to leave ur 'fate-stalled' put u on the moon to see ur weight-fall/
leave u scraped-in-this-brawl cuz like swallowing pool tables all u did was ate-balls (eightballs)//
punches curl u up like positions in infancy cuz ill cut u off faster than chicks during pregnancy/
ur lifes a waste ur punches fail to make me react cuz they known for their fukk ups like the CIA agency//
Cyrogen ill let this text-tell as punches directly connect wit ur face like they were backed by nextel/
i juss reflect-shells im surprised u didnt 'freeze up' since i leave the booth in stasis to hand u an "L"//
ill leave doctors lookin at u stitchin-for-days cuz like barbars wit guns i juss keep 'itchin-ur-fade'/
like 'Holes in Calenders' ur punches are 'missin-da-daze' cuz like homos boxin u juss be 'flinchin-for-gays'//

~change my style~

This oldie's Style is Opposite like Switched-Caskets-Pinned and Fixed-Lactitives making Shit-Back-With-In with no reasin to Pass-the-5th To Be Relaxing-Bitch/
Even When Rich-Rappers-Present Him, This Fag's still Laughed-at-In-Bliss Along with a Style not Even Described With-Six-Adjectives//
Sayin he Made "Dope Rhymes", Obviously People didnt have a Clue-Of-Him-Fakin' Destroyin His "Youth-of-the-Nation'' with his Punches Stupid-and-Played-In/
Ripped in a "Computer,"Dissed-in-the-"Matrix",'Cause now Ive killed, One, Two-Bitches-in-the-Makin'//
Tell him to Change My Oil then Run Him over till he Bleeds-in-a-Funnel Decieve him so he has no Belief or Faith like Squeezed-in-a-Tunnel, leave him Beat-and-Then-Pumbled/
Heaved-and-Rumbled, young Visit's like Retarded kids with a Book Tryin to Read-but-just-Stumbled //

ur turn if u win 5-0 it'll be becuz of d/r's