(open)

Frontlines pullin bulletes like flowerests rippin roots from the DIRT..
Throw the mic Machedie sharpen it beetwen your front grab in beetwen your teeth...

(...continues...)

I run through you like 1000volts... heart attack stroke kill you before you die...
Print out this battle roll it tight.. i jus no your gonna get it pretty fuckin high...

My rhymes are dope these dope rhymeswill get you stoned twice...
Stop mumblin over tyour own verses your stumblin Jus pray to christ..

Breakdance?? bitch it looks like your fallin to the mutha-fukin ground...
Your nuthin..with less then 100 posts..u should jus rost and stay underground...

(finish)

I'ma take you and burie you in Textual Territory cemetary its over your lady i FLURT...
I through a pad and pens while others through mics and dicks wen they lower you 6 feet BENTH...


Open and finish rhyme for those who cant figure that out