aight check it

X Ecution has no life he lives on the net, when RB close down your life is temporarily dead//
In this battle you better stop while your ahead, like toddlers placin their domes in monkey bars, or youll end up wit a heart failure causin you to collapse in the thread//

your punches are missin like your knuckles and fists are transparent//
your birth was a accident, you belong unborn back in your moms throat or in a garbage bag suffocatin erasin you from the earth was my intent// (dead)

Ill kill you wit a tampon, ill hang this pussy wit the string line, then jam the plastic into his large intestine//
your verse gets three claps, one to the head and two through the spine, im leavin you crippled and physically ill and sick like Boy George and Marylyn Manson combined//

your flow is like a used baby diaper, its soft and also full of shit//
your rhymes are aborted like James Bond missions incomplete sayin he quit//
give it up you cant spit, thats why I cut your salivary glands out, cut them in half, then stepped on it//

you couldnt come out on top of this battle if you posted in the post above my name and me//
repeatedly eatin cheerios is the only time this serial killer goes on a killin spree, leavin the milk in the bowl sayin he left the debris//