My rhymes will Twist-Ya-Wrists and leave ya Wit-Broken-Fists/
after i manhandle you..ya ass rhymes get ripped/
cuz no skills is a main component that ya really lackin/
so watch ya back son....you don't know what i'm packin'/
my rhymes are too-complex for you to compare wit-tha-next/
cuz i got people jockin' me why you there's so many wrecks?/
In Illinois...prepare boy cuz i wont back down ima clown ya ass and watch yo style drown/
You can call me religious so everybody bow-down to tha lyrical-princess/
for instance....jesus is tha highest form on envyness/
so quit ridin' ma clit befo' i have ta show ya what this pen-dispenses/
Lyrical-darts headed steadily straight-for-the-heart/
breakin apart ya organs after tha first rhyme starts/
pop-cart ya too-gushy to push-me so don't speak ma name cuz
we know ya straight "PUSSY"/