aight check it

your pitiful, if you applied "mathematics to your verses" you still couldnt spit with "multiple syllables"//
you aint dissin me, "your punches are missin" like your "fists are invisible"//

this cats pissed cause his styles are wack and Im puttin "hats on his fists" to leave his punches "hand-I-capped"//(handicaped)
battlin me is "suicide", ima leave you wit the "C.S.I under goin investigation of how you died" and your "body in a bag wrapped"//

my "combos and kicks" will leave you like a "cut down tree, stomped", and "commin up short"//
im lyrically "stabbin you in the lungs" and makin your "breathin disconnect and distort"//

If you "put your nose up to the monitor" my lyrics would "start to make sense//
Im spittin "feeble minded" shit that you wouldnt understand, the "number before one is your intelligence"// (zero)

my punches will have you "throwin in the towel" faster than "hindus before a haircut"//
Im "sealin your fate wit a glue stick" causin your "destiny to close shut", my rhymes are "piecin through your stomach" makin your "intestines show somewhat"//

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Huh china.