congrats u've mastered the science of wackness...i'll silence ya rap spits..w/ an alliance of tactics/
on rhymers, attack quick..like a lion that's captive..and lay u down flat like i'm ironing fabrics//
u don't want to fight bitch....i'll beat u lifeless w/ a pair of vicegrips/
and peel off ya eyelids..so u can watch ya life slip (damn this guy's sick)//
i'm amazed by this nonsense..from rapper 's who think they blazin like comets/
u don't flow sick, all that semen u take in is toxic..it's makin u vomit//
Fuck-whats-the-better, You couldn't CHANGE rap if you had a Head-of-Dimes/
I'LL take ya legs and spread-em-wide, then Throw your "watch" behind , and you still wouldn't be ahead-of-time //