I'll slice your body with a razor, extract the blood from your chest
Like the gash on your forehead, i'm a cut above the rest
You'd better button up your vest or you'll let your only guard drop
You even said you loved me, man this ain't a lonely heart spot
Like a phoney plastic hard cock... you can't elevate no more
You'll have to get David Blaine to help levitate your score
They'll celebrate this war, sit and learn from the pure
Your life's adjurned when i skewer,I'll burn your urn to be sure
You take your punches and bleed them until they can't breath
You'd get run over by a plough and still ain't seeded in the lead
Concede from fatigue in the league you fade to the back
So many holes in your rhymes its like i sprayed with a gat
This guy was made to be jacked It suits him when i rob him
An tight MC from where?.....Houston we have a problem