i eat, sleep n die for this music, u can't even clame to have heard it
ya punches actin derelict, while i'm writin sadistic

Metaphorm? bitch all u brought were shity scrawls
1st time in front lines n ya copied lines off bathroom stalls

cut this bitch down like herb trees, leave him 4 foot 1 with bloody knees
y not try sumthin less painful, sign ya ass up for kemotherapy

quotin pac in ya sig, bitch were u even born when he was big
throw this bitch in the brig, see how phorm fares wit just a dress n a wig

work ya wit concussions spits...bringin the Art of illusion inta every hit
so merked in this battle, u still think ur winnin 2 days after mods closed it