spit a verse to pick a weopon thats now u get a hocky stick
A gretzgy swing to the lips turn ya face into a thick chicks
it says u joined up and may whats wrong wit some elevation
u cant recognize lyrical skill so readin this breaks concentration
i spit electric flames like a flamethrower from da future
i call my bullets generic but we'll see how many suits ya

lol

a can of acid spray...