aiight im tired of these no-shows.

dark cursiv you aint bold-n-italic, if u talkin shit better watch ya neck cause im holdin-metallic//

u need some check-spellin, u done talked shit now u holdin ya neck-yellin, my shells dissect-felons//

u think your an emcee, u think you got flows, u aint got shit but slipped into a dark cold, now ya froze//

i spit to glorify myself to a lower-race, but in tha midst my rhymes turn u from cursive to lower-case//

now u writin in simple-print, call me tha nimble-pimp who wont lend-you-rent, break ya legs,come to tha hospital and bend-ya-splints//

my vo-cabulary ,slows-adversarys, down to point-blank, ya flaky, when i finish ill roll you up in a joint-wit-dank//

i hit harder than heavy weight boxin, draped your cape in toxins, your dead and i left you wit no options//

u lit my fuse, it gives me an excuse to bruise, leave you bathed in blacks-n-blues, cause you got attacked-n-used//

stack-tha-clues of your iminent-death, i have an infinite-guess, and i sense-it-was-stress//

but thats what ill tell tha medic personale, thought youd get-it that this is worse-than-hell.