aight listen as i lay this whole man slaughter//
in the 3rd degree,scriptive lays to bleed//
cuz i snort and smoke him like speed//
havin a head rush he beg to pleed, as i put a lyrical punch//
have my lines full of them punish u like a judge//
sentence u to get ripped by verbal,thas enough//
this nigga talk tuff but he aint got no nuts//
he like a clit he walked right on the dick bout to get stuffed//
he havin scrpitive problems cuz verbal tore it up//
im knowin as earths nightmare,a true rhyme killa ya get curbed checked wit a chair//
ima regulator with the flows that are so hot u think it was nair//
my lines are like prison bars, have him behind enemy lines//
cuz there aint no commin back after gettin murked//
even though i went first knowin my whole rhyme scheme was bout to burst//
cuz its only survivors and after dat its worst comes the worst//