Aight check it

Ill leave you "dead in your tracks" like gun down professional runners//
You "shoot to cock" then swallow like pistols used by prostitute gunners//

Your tongue stick to dicks more than toilet paper does to assholes //
Punchin your voice controls, gettin inside your head like exorcist does souls//

Im endin your life short like disconnected babies on life support//
Cave your chest then make your lungs distort, send your rhymes "out country" like bein deport//

Punches quick to the point like "agility" doctors wit scalpels stabbin patients//
Sendin bullets through your stomach leavin you in the I.C.U. awaitin organ donations//

Its a fact, your chest is like a proboard counter, "open to hits"//
Leavin your head split, your heart is failin to work like bein on strike, or it jus quit//