That illegitimate shit you spit is writ illiterate
The shit is intricate and intimate in my syndicate
When you’ve sinned a bit then you’re into it
Time to vindicate a little bit and spit this bit I writ
So marvel at the STRUCTURE of this tournament butcher
Make you so hot I’ll get burned if I touch ya
I’ll break it loose for you few that choose to view and abuse my crew
With those CROSS-OVER lyrics I’ll swear I’ll never do
When I detonate I’ll devastate and desecrate your city-line
Born with a set-of-traits that levitate your shitty-rhymes
The creation of this rhyme was just for recreation
You need your preparation I leave your rhyme in desecration

WHUT!