...::: 3rd Degree Burn :::...

"Sprayin" rhymes at you that have so much "flow" you're "pupils" are "drowning"//
Venom fullfilling your veins your "lifeline" is down to "two lines" and "counting"//
Bitch ass throwin' weak punches while i "pounding" ya lyrics down as if they was "salt"// (pound salt)
Red eyes of anger spittin lines waitin for the right time to bring you down to a hault//

...:::Brooklyn it's over homie:::...

Cock-my-glock wit my lyrical uzi-cocked three four-shots will blaze you and ya-block//
Retaliate and "smoke" u like a pound of "rocks" your rhymes need to be "cut" like old jamaican "dreadlocks"//
Spittin shots in the dark i ain't no mutha fuckin organized battle emcee//
I'll fuck you up and stoop so "low" you'd think i'd get a reversed "nosebleed" //
Guilt plowin thru ya mind knowin u won off fuckin ya dickriders in the locker//
You "milkin" them "cats" as if your name was "Gaylord Focker"//
^
(in the movie meet the parents ben stiller plays gaylord focker and was accused of milking his fiance's dad's cat) LMFAO!

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Prime effort is all you can expect.
Perfection will be promised in time.

The Creation