yo you spit weak shit like you was stricken wit muscular dystophy/and to tell the truth you is a homo who been in mo asses the a supository/i'm here so you should give up the ghost/ cause yo punchlines hit bout as hard as a piece of toast

rub a dub dub if it was jus that easy to feel love
but fuck hugs all i need is some damn bud

force is a source of a demon, morgue's were corpses uneven../
only come half remorsed of this like mathetical geniuses using one forth of their region../

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^That Shits More Bump Then Some Zits-and-Warts...
And Your Flows More Confusing Then A Blix-Report//

When I spit it's a lyrical massacre,
Like a famine in Africa

Fuckin with me, you betta pack a tool,
or Ill leave u mesmerized like Ja Rule

You couldn't hold a torch let alone a candle to this//It's all over hang it up don't try to gamble with this

yo hold da phone cause yo ass is embarrisin yoself/bitch you keep disrespectin the game and i'ma grab da tech

morefiregangsta-never heard such a wanksta

i'll be a wanksta when you become a gangsta/man i wish this was oz cause i'd be quik to shank ya/

thoughts float on by
but cant melt em together why

You couldn't punch a line, even if you wore rubber gloves/
Disconnect my system cuz ya gettin on my nerves/

like eminem said this is the 'Nail' in the coffin/
ya rymes so wack i should call u 'N.O.R.E' cuz u got 'Nothin'//

it jus a cypher to hype your lyrics blur
ever wonder how great did occur