ok, when it's aimz's turn-to-bat
my rhymes get so hot they melt the therm-o-stat
you choke on verses like an oversized meal-in-ya-throat
while my lyrics 'rip' you open like a sealed-envelope
my words spear into your aso-pha-gus
make you cough-shit-up
then swell your insides up so you look like a hip-o-pot-a-mus
i spray-in-ways sickly, strictly hittin' ya
forcing a corpse more spread out than mayonnaise
i rock n shock non stop ya can't stop me
i got more force than a sumo wrestler playing hockey
it's aimz the arab prince, you bitch the way you lose to him
i'll take your spot like suicide bombers in jerusalem