heas my 10 Lines...nuttin much
I throw more Spiked Punches then a High School Prom...
And the way my Mic explodes, you figure my Words contain Bombs...
Call me an 'Arkitech', so fuck with my structure yu’ll get Broken...
No Provokin, cuz like Straight-Faced Clowns, I’m not Jokin...
Like clovers with no leafs, your bad luck…and like Stingy Hoes you just Suck...
And even if you were 2 of 50 Cent you wouldn’t be worth a Buck...
Your vocab is consistent to that of my 4 Year Old Brother...
I know Faggot’s Love Blankets…that’s why Revoke stays Under-Cover...
So I take away your glory…like the Credits, I end yur Story...
And the way you “think” your iLL…hate to break it, its just Hallucinatory...