I spit the most lethal of flows, cut you in half, like bodily division/
open the gates of hell to jaw you out cause the true victor has risen/
I'll verbally crush her, tear out ya spinal cord so your punches don't connect/
I spit pain to blitz ya spirit, and connect more hits than 1-800-COLLECT/
you could never drop dope, try letting weed fall out ya pocket/
I spit outta this world, but even if you were on NASA, you still couldn't rock-it(rocket)/
Bloodlust battles weak, gotta change my location to Distress to say i'm in panic/
my lyrical assault will leave you manic, drop static flows to ionize your dyslexic tragic/
I slay emcees, reaping grimly to see ya blood spill, and see you try to spit back to this/
seeing Bloodlust win a battle is like seeing Eminem as a gay activest/