Herbal drops sick, Nite winning would be a mock-myth/
rhymin from ya “flamin ass” and you still aint got "hot shit"//
relaxin although you cant tell cuz my spits are non-stop action/
u cant flow…but ill make ya “Hip-Hop” like Bo Jackson//
I aint scared of no “nitemarre” kid you must be on some meth/
And Yo I never SLEEP…cuz sleep is da cousin of death*//
Holdin ya breath reading my verse hoping it was all a “bad dream”/
Makin a mad scene, cuz the shit u posted aint close to matching//
Now im laughin cuz I carry heavy burrdens wit homicidal thoughts/
After this thread this closed ill have as many Ws as u have lost!//
Im a boulder destructive & brain washed like an iraqui soldier/
as he “lays” I'd swing a 9 Iron & knock a “chip” off his shoulder//
Step on ya neck with metal cleats use ya arteries to floss my teeth/
Lash and cleave, my ass reeks use ya scalp to wipe my ass cheeks!//
My chest it grows ahead of da I rest I go even if u test my flow/
…Id leave u hangin low and sterile, like old tes-tic-les//
ure way behind but this aint no fukin tape so there’s no rewind/
I’ll shoot ure brains through ure mouth & u still coudnt speak ya mind/
Every line rhyme for rhyme is combined wit copious mellifluous enzymes/
I reign(rain)through a drought(writers block)no doubt it would be cloudy but id shyne//