lol......this to sin-sere



first of all your punches are off scale like the misspell of your words/
learn how to spell and read go back to preschool and learn/
sounds like u mad right now stop the net thug act and be real/
your bars are like acne pimples on faces messy....and i dont see skills/
if u weren't illiterate then maybe u could beat me/
but your brain is a vegetable so believe me... competing against me for u is stupidity/
u claim u real with rhymes.....u cant even pronounce the words u try to write/
i could put my arms behind me locked with cuffs... and still beat u in a fight/
dont care what hood u from u only talkin shit cause u on the net/
but i bet if i ran up on your set... you'd piss on your self scared shitless/
im the hannibal lector of freestyle beat u down till your shoulders dislocate/
u better develop faith... cause when i awake... death will be your fate/
who u defeating not me its just a fantasy u make in dreams/
u a fake to me...and i hate to see weaklings like u try to counterattack me/
snipe u out from balcany like if this was a game of splinter cell/
i send souls to there place u a sinner sent to hell/
the fact is your repetative raps are wack become literate with education/
then you'd probably have a chance at a win with a celebration/
i spit the sick shit sicker than inflammatory diseases effecting livers/
treat your rhymes like a lobster and shrimp plate meal... the way i eat em for dinner/
i'll put a phone cord into your mind... hoping to connect some truth into u/
cause your skills are like obeast people trying to be healthy....u need to improve/
u at the bottem of the food chain while like skeelo im on top of the stairs/
your drops flop and seem scarce u cant scar nor can u compare/
like having no sperm in testicles... your flows insufficient and wont satisfy/
beware that im on the rise to treat u like human experiments.... till u fall to your demise/