I strangulate bitches and make punks go to sleep//
Bring your bet rhymes to battle but to me they still weak//
You probably won't spit cause my technique's too deep//
Corinors find you dead face down in the creek//
When I spit a flow it's acapella, no beat//
I'm quick to slice you up with words like a machette//
Have you and your mamma diced up like confetti//
I aint a little bitch like you your not ready//
I put the pressure on you dog but to me it's not heavy//
I ain't bout to break down I'll never be burried//
I'm a cross between Hannibal and Charles Manson//
I be killin these fools while you MMM_Boppin to Hanson//