pure and simple, blood cripples ur words quicker then cheek dimples//
Psyched Essence then blemish this puss like the Sequence Of Events For A Pimple//
Ripple minds of states executing crusades by decades//
Elevate son..cuz in place, blood'll castrate ur legs and make u look more Feminine than a fuckin mermaid//
Germinate ur existence, my prescence shuns intensities that'll tear ur cartilage in a matter of seconds//
Gather ur senses cuz if thug crossed his eyes he still wouldn't meet Perspectives//
Seek the septic, peep my repish alone will decimate ur mothers womb//
couldn't step back on din if he moonwalked across the salad bar in his shoes//
Wrinkle eyes, that'll increase ur view..Fates Halts ya print in tombs..decease his stools//
and end thug's shit Quick And All Soon..like shy kids and door-less stalls in bathrooms//

10 linez...its friday and past evening, thug ain't spit his verse yet...so....

that means DQ....yep....