Ya slow movin so like crooked gun makers i put holes in ya shells
My spiked punchs to much to stomach..so ya spit up n hurl
My fire-works in bustin this Guys crown n blowin his throne
N i aint like Denzel Washington so ya can pick up ya bones (Denzels in The Bone Collector
Like punctured ina tubes im constricting ya breathing
Ya make as much sense as ya name n its y everyones leavin
Like psycotic body builders i fly weights in ya direction
Leavin ya dead like freepostin newbs iv torn up ya section
Im boilin ya removin ya cover so ya wont b saved by the skin on ya neck
N like fucked up sheet music ya droppin no notes just straight frets