aight check it

if this battle was who wants to be a millionaire, ill make you use all your life lines//
my punches land on target like airplanes and a landin strip, they always align, ill dislocate your backbone and vertebrae then strangle you wit your own spine//

you must have a pennies in your chest, cause you have change for a heart//
Im rippin your body like tissue, piece for piece and part for part, im buyin your organs from the employees at the black market, ill add it to my cart//

you winnin this battle aint happenin like Mc Hammer bein stalked//
you wouldnt be able to spit fire shit if your salivary were made of gasoline and you lit your mouth wit a match and talked//

(mc hammer wont get stalked cus hes a nobody)