aight no more than 10 linez lets go

as my style gets iller im rushed to emergency
while ur killin wit aids im killin lyrically
u could never touch this even if i was paid
u couldnt blow up if i filled ur mouth with grenades
ur not even human ur 'enigma' just a pest
without a 'shadow' of a doubt u couldnt even hang wit da best
quittin's no option, time to see the pearly gate
cuz i kno a faggot like u didnt think u were first rate
so i guess u found out im the real deal after all
but i'll never forget u cuz ur bloods all over the wall

aight looks like this punk chikened out uppin uppin uppin uppin uppin uppin uppin uppin uppin uppin uppin uppin uuppin uppin uppin uppin uppin

i aint intrested, this fool's soul will easily be put to rest//
Ill rip through your ribs, and pull your dirty soul out from your chest//
Your watching your back like crazy, while in the dark im silent lurking//
Your in the wrong place, emcees like you recive a violent merking//
My ryhmes will come at you like hot burning lead, there is no defence//
After im finished, only way we'll c is you is with the sixth sense//
Im lyrically surgical and your going under the mic// (knife)
Hold your bible tight, say your prayers and prepare for the after life//
After reading my verse, U became Lryically inpain//(lyrically insane)
I hit harder and sharper than a battle axe to the brain//


soz late, im at work