I ruin dreams-demolish a empire-Im madd an got a short fuse like cutt wires.
My lyrical abilitys known-so watch me X-plode-watch duke croak from my multiple blows.
I perform stick ups when altercations get rough-i had enough-supply the gut with blazin hott slugs.
I rap beats-crack teeth-an smack emcees-its maddly a tatic kid ya battles weak.
I approach your rmind threw sick rymez-let it influince you so you can be ill minded.
I break nosses causin blood flow-broke bones increase when my motha fukkin guns blow.
Im twisted nigga as I inflict pain to victoms-click one to leave you sprawled out an twitchin.
My styles so aggressive-mindz so competitive-ill make death for you not selective.
Rearrange your mind after my gauge blazes one time-it’s the steel not the sun that made you blind.
Danger?? Son ive spun many chambers-im shottin slugs in ya skin to match them fukkin craters.
Describe your lyrics as ballets-our man power is more then just our talent.
Evenly balenced?? I make tha illest vet not even a challenge.
My talent wont fade unlike them nife wounds in your face-gangsta?? Yeah the shyt jus got you laced
This kid will get left to die getting stabbed with sticks-cauz im so fukkin sick.
I leave you steps back-so even if you turned the illest id be beyond your raps.
18 bars an still no punches-id much rather ryde an shoot some steel in your stomich.
I prefer get the nine ryde an shoot yall niggas-yall like talkin shyt and try hard ta group wit bitches.
Your dome will get cutt-with my gangsta ass touch-get rushed jumped an burned to dust..

Who takes it serious-I do.