I'm getting Heated-in-the-Rush when I'm Beating-you-to-Mush/
Like "Changing Brake Fluid" you're "Bleeding"-from-my-"Clutch/

even if you had a telescope you ain't seein' this star/
I spit razorblades so all you seein' is scars/

you aint a lyrical killa, i'd assassinate your rhymes,/
like a crack head wit a pipe - i smoke you line by line/

you a ho bitch but this ain't christmas/
matter of fact when I'm done rippin' you put rap skills n ya wish list/

Cheatin in videos games, hold guns aginsts tha screen is how u end "point-blank"/
when u get applause u get more rough hands then a gay sperm bank/

this kid takes my punches to the skull, now facein brain anurisms to prove it “hurts to be ILL”/
ya whole style of complexity’s to no avail & all your multies show “no effect” like usein “M$M’s” as birth control pills/