Yo I'm a Turn You Around Like Your Life Cycle...
In This Battle I Hope You Dont Recycle.....(He lost in a battle for recycling)
One Flex Of My Tongue" Will Make It Apparent That U're Not Hot
Even If You Was Floatin Next To The Sun
Steadily-Curse Words That Leave “Monoxide” Dispursed
Leaving Him waves or Worse, Havin him Disfigured Or At Least Merked…..
Keep talkin and you'll get Laid Out like Bed Couches
Come From Experience…I Blaze With Persistence...Monoxide Goin Down With A "Patient Death" Like Kavorkians Assistants...
The LasT Words You Gon Say Before Your Death" Is "Please Bas dont Kill Me Because I aint Recycled yet!!!"
Whats Said, Only Time This Pussy had Sharp Thoughs Is When I Put a Sword In Through His Head
It's Like This cat is “Spittin In Corpses” because His Flow Is Always Dead
Last Time this Cat “Toasted An MC” Was When his brother's Legs Were Spread...