Check... Technician I'll edit your text the way the tech hit 'em...
"S's" don't sound correct with pieces of your neck missin...
Then again, neither do "I's" and "O's"... when you chest explodes..
Plus you can't see me with them eyes.. holes in a broken skull...
I'll put your head in a Vice like Vercetti up in my City....
You think you "nice"... but you don't hit heavy.. battin paws like a kitty...
Technician rhymes with next victim... seems logical to me...
I read in between the lines.. your death's already forseen...
Your avvy's a mirror image... your suicidal at times..
Cause you can't rival my lines... here's your life on the line *hangs up*
They tried closing the thread cause of the blows that I fed...
tech's a trip.. common to clip the way he holding my lead...