I drop bombs that beat you till you become dyslexic/1
Have you spellin help wrong, callin for tha 'Paromedics'/2
My rhymes pound with sound they're banned across 40 states/3
My hate rates fate to make you lose what's on your plate/4
I know killers and deadly fella's, but you ain't zealous/5
Masturbate so much ya make your left hand jealous/6
You like a clown cuz to battle me, you must be jokin'/7
But i'll stop the simile, simply cuz i made sure you're chokin'/8
My tech rhymes, tech lines shoot like text from tec 9's/9
And you're the next tech who got tec'd to wreck lines/10