I spit sick like a mental patient with H.I.V./

i penatrate you body with killer lyrics flowing through your stream like an I.V./

I cut you at your knees with my lyrical content/

i spit so sick youll need a medical consent/

ill verbally murder you, slash you with words and disfigure your body/

reconstruct your figure lke puzzles and abstract art G/

like tired sex your punches are just too fuckin weak/

ill reap you like a grimm harvest cause its a win youll never seek/

your shook in battle so you re-treat like a halloween re-do/

pacaso thought he had street mentality but he was sadly mistaken, i had to toss him a hint so he could catch a clue/