Some one call the doc for this industry hip-hop failure
Stepping to me, like hes got a shot, when already its over
Ill leave you with a pop in the lungs, making it impossible to breath
Shit, I hit you with no guns, n all I did was roll up one sleeve
You might as well leave, while you can, before its too late
If I catch you again, Ill take away ya hand, making it difficult to masturbate
B-lo buffalo, thats your primate status, Sublime-D
please dont rape us!
You probably have HIV, which you know can be very contagious
If you even came close to me, I would leave you limbless n hopeless
Im like a newborn baby, while your still in the process of the foetus
You cant defeat us goes your nerve system panicking for help
Especially when Im packing a line, with more aggression than a heavyweight belt
Leaving you with an expression, like you just seen a ghost

Nigga believe, you have just been, lyrically toast!
So heres a toast, to my on-slaught battering
Leaving you shook and rattling, while my lines keep on battling
Ripping you from limb to limb, like a lioness snacking
How many of you think hes won? N who are you backing?

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Proclaimed to the name 'IgnoRance'
from illness 'DeliVerence'