yo sorry about all this

anyways here is my verse:


I'm the "tyson-of-text" "pounchout" in your chest..
I do this to see you "spit out" the illst but your jus like the rest...

It's a blindspit but couldn't help take a glance at your bars...
I spi the illst, make you slip and "fall" off your rhythm like the japaness attacked by SARS...

Battlin me is like you takin a chance in "Fear Factor" dawg how "much can you take"?...
These words make your "arms and legs" fall off make you "swim" in this words like you was swimmin in the lake...

Thug net, ima keep you "underground textcee wanna be cuz you got murked now your subliminal...
Ima keep these lines and rhymes original tribal will make sure this verse will your chest open so every1 sees your heart is critical...

peace