u cant spit for shit Dawg i hate to tell u ya wack
Ya structures' a "train-wreck", not to mention ya flow is "off-track"/
See my confidence-soars knowing that half of ya post cant compete wit my drop-on-the-boards/
But forget it i'll still jostle-ur-corpse until ur trochlea's-torn and ur flesh develops abdominal-sores/





My Rhymes are "Mail-Men" with "Anthrax",just cuz when I spit I "Deliver Death"/
I have this Fag so "Shook" soo bad, that when I see him he wont have no "Shivers Left"/
Fist makes ya face a bigger mess/