You get caught in my lines like ya ass wearin a spiderman suit, The more you try to hang with me The tighter the noose///
You and wackness coincide like lighters to fuel, Just copy and paste ya words whiter than glue//
Cobra you crazy and have a wack flow, Your searching for the spanish devil tryin to get an L diablo////
I 'll steal ghost girl handbags and start dispursing miss souls//{missles}////
Beatin me will never happen like you writing song with no intro's//
Im armed to the teeth, Ur de fence should be better than colgate,
The mental MiC master about to seal ya fate////
But cobra challenging me is like broken scales Now way out,
This is keystyled and you know you take the prewritten route///
Cobra is you cock eyed dick face im a shove ya game down ya throat, Tell em the kings back these lames can stop invading the thrown//
My war vision is 16th century as i peirce your Ocular with Gothic arcitecture, With horizontal lines to thrust ya character vertically///
Gauged in circular postions in your epicenter with a dope vinacular i wreck Cobra's girls placenta and eatin the arteries///
Perpindicular insular connect pecilur celulars fusement on ya fleshy skingraph,
My spit rips necks with mirrors to reflect pain from specks of glass lodged in ya thorax