I'll hit you and twist you, you'll duck, dart, and dodge, you're lucky the last one missed you. You're spittin nonsense, hits barely hurt, i'll leave you unconcious, my
words work. Respect is what i want to get, so when you battle me, you best not forget, that i'll kill you on this shit like and overdose of liquid Davicet, or better yet, like two wheels of a Corvette, rollin over the back of your head, leavin the pavement all wet. My stlye got you choked up like you smoked a cigarette, so much lyrical nicotine, i cant stop spittin, even if i had a mouth full of Nicorette. So put my rhymes on file, cause my flow is unique like the upward current of the Nile, if you disagree you're just in denial.