Nothing Left, Hot Box Your Lil Lungz An Steal Ya Last Breath.../
BRAVE Twist Tha Fibers Of This Hoes Garments To Prove Ur a bitch That’s Cross Dressed.../
Punchez Reduce Ya Mind To Like Sex Ya Don’t Remember You Have No Protection.../
Ur Punches Scan With No Detection I’m Fuking You Up Beyond Recolection.../
U Afraid 2 Throw-Punchez Cauze U Mistake Rhymes As Physical.../
Your Versez Like Epileptic Siameze-Twins Cauze u Stickin 2 Syliblez.../
Rhymes About To Break Ur Linez More Flipped Than Phillipinoz Makin Pancakez.../
Change yo Perception in This Battle Like The Comatose Havein Wakes.../
Cryptic's Rhymez Fade Wit Flow Like I Used Yo Name As the Recipe.../
My Thoughtz Make Yo Mind "RE-Lap" Like I Waz Joggin Your Memory.../
Blushing Look At Your Complection In Tha Mirrors Reflection.../
It Revielz Your Style An Your Manhood’s Pointed in a Miss Direction.../
Cryptic , u Could Stab Me Wit The Alphabet An Couldn’t Kill Me in Text.../
Now I shall Sharpen My Pencil An Sentence You To Death.../