You stepped to the plate wrong, you got a "swing and a miss"//
I'm "Stingin his wrists" when I "Spit shit" the vapors "Linger like mist"//
From "finger to fist" he's developed the solidic capacity of "his clit"//
He ain't a "misfit" He's just a "pissy bitch" with two "sticky lips"//
That's right, he twists his tongue around "stiff dicks"like the "prefix" to his name was a "Miss"//
I "lift this prick" with one finger, drop him and watch his "neck twist then twitch"//
He ain't "grippin shit" I Impair the signals his "Brain recieves"//
I drop bullets like precipitation so when it "Rains he bleeds"//
It's a "shame, indeed", how he can make this "stranger flee"//
He claims he's a "Dangerous G" but the cowboy wears "Wrangler Jeans"//
I ain't "impressed" with the denim that resembles "spandex"//
What's the "plan next?" I'll probably rupture the veins in his "neck"//
Fuck "eroded minds" I "Corrode your spine" with "frozen lines"//
Then "Explode a Nine" to show that I "throw the coldest rhymes"//
He's a "qaurter a dozen", I got a "mortar hoverin"//
To "shove him in" an "oven" for stealin the lines I'm "publishin"//
"Covering" his tracks like the FBI Under"Cover was buggin him"//
He got "crushed" cuz he thought I was only "bluffin him"//
He got "black marks on his face, cuz my shoes was "Scuffin him"//
He lied sayin he could beat me, so now not even his lyrics is "trustin him"//
I'll choke him "ten times" like his esophagus was infected with "Stretch-Nine"//
It's "his time" to die so don't bother tryna save him "this time"//
I'll give you a "concussion", stuck like your jaw was "erupting"//
He's "De-combusting" which means he's shrinking like a "leak was bursting"//
All my opponents die, they should have to sign a waiver//
You pack about as much *punch* as Kool-Aid without "*flavor*"//
I'm the "Savior", I studied "discrimination" in college as a "major"//
Don't get mad-at-me, ripping faggots-in-three is my "nature//