Dodged ya gun turrets when I surfaced for prey,planned...
To turn ya allies against you,send jud AKA into the wasteland...
Where I lurk,marauder,watch me break hands with clay pans...
Take a chance,I ain't drunk man maybe you'll last til' my blade plants...
Damn straight,I'm sober,caught you offguard when you assaulted...
Kicked you hard in the balls,then lifted you towards God's forces...
Sandstorms of ethereal proportions...
The north winds'll decapitate you if ya neck is braced at the cartilage...
Stop bein all in this,I'm indigenous to battlefields and that's for my benefit...
Although respondin to your elementary penmanship makes me feel like a degenerate...
I'll disperse ettiquette and question in rhetoric can AKA get his against my better script?...
While I'm threaded in my hypertext letterman the middle weight of rap battles takes no heavy hits...
I'm a soul taker like a dementors lips and as livid as a headmaster in a sex scandal with a 10 yr old ...
Broadcasted on every channel from Los Angeles to Tampa ...
Til this battles canceled I'll continue to grapple with all the charges...
Yeah I'm on a learning curve, new tings every day and every new time...
I learnt today ya slurred curses are just excuses for rhymes...
Ya ain't the Carpenter but ya got some large wood far up ya orifice...
So far inside you'd actually thoink you started enjoying it...
Acting hard when ya see me destroying it won't ever get ya far...
Ya effect is largely like firing BB pellets at Kevlar...
Fucking messed-up stark preacher, this teacher'll tell ya where ya seat is yours are naive curses against a university thesis...