Verbal homocide, visicously mutilating newcomers who lack talent/
ironic paradoxes, the semi-auto bangs loud but'll render you silent/
u aint jack shit b, ur crap lyrically
leave u exhausted wit every punch, u'll b needin 'double a batteries'
I express my visualisations, to conceal my gift wud be a watse/
The only time u cud match my lyrical illness, wud be following a copy and paste/
renewer ur an imitator but its obvious, theres no need for me to tell/
that pink thong ur wearin, shows ur ass is frontin like pharell/
when i rhyme the 'darkness emerge', a vampire an i'm 'startin ta thirst'/
ur lines are blatantly bitten, forensics would notice 'tooth marks on ya verse'/