aight check it

Ill cut you in your stomach and make your organs rollout like ludacris//
Grip your heart so sour life will be dismissed and your life no longer exist//

Punches knock the wind out ya so when you spit air comes from your salivary glands//
Your not gettin signed like pens used by kids wit decapitated hands//

Your punches arent landin like blindfolded pilots tryin to hit a landin strip//
Bustin you lips, my gat make your heartbeat like a Milli Vanilli track, it skips//

You facin me is a handicap match like Siamese twins fightin a retard//
im disablin your rhymes faster than MC Hammers money and credit cards//

You better "stop on red" while youre "a head" like "reckless drivers" "decapitatin heads"//
Your rhymes are "ghostwritten and nonsense" like "dead nose less writers" smellin threads//