To excuse and mangle without any trace like 'ghost arms'//
Check mail everyday? Ya flow's out of date like "have you seen me?" post cards//
It hurts to hang, but I can choose and measure raps//
Blac's got more x's on his scripts then checkpoints on Treasure maps//
Ya stomach's cracked from the breakdown i 'spit acid'//
I'm the chiropractic' of kicking Ass, so let's get this 'shit cracking//
Lyrical Earthquakes Are Hard To Swallow But I rumbled His Tummy, Stunning This Dummy...//
Swears He Can Beat Me, But To Prove Him Wrong I Stole His Wallet To Give Him A Run For His Money...//
I'll calculate ya verse, So everyone knows ya wack, just by word of mouth...//
And with a loud shout, I told blac to show me his brain's powers and he started going down-south..//