known as tha ryme spillin explodin DisasterousMC,
disguised as tha killin anonymous spittin DangerousMC,
a creature u neva see only at night showin his nocturnal skillz,
no preacher fuck who u be ill still fight and bust any grillz,
a deadly feature if 2 eva reveal mah known elementz,
just warnin all shit 4 me 2 spit is real neva find it in tha testamentz,
neva born rose up from da grave makin ur crew kneel 2 mah commandz,
scorchin muthafuckaz who say tha 2 iced out fuck jewelz itz mah demandz,
2 what u do itz time 2 spit 2 u about tha real side of this monsterous monster,
2 say this to ill ryme until i cant suck no mo saliva inside im not on tha roster,
i write forever lines until mah handz dehydrate in beneath mah skin turnz blue,
itz like squeezing ninez 2 hard 2 a certain rate wishin only i could pull it at u.

I give this joint a 6, 'cus the wordplay was hot, but it was hard to keep track of. The way you put your shit, was confusin' to me. It was tight though, I was feelin' it. Uppin'...