[WORD~PERFECT]
Im cold hearted….. once I started…. Call a limo you’ll be left departed-
I spit just for ice the world would catch chills-
Since saliva holds over a billion bacteria know that if is spit it its ill-
What me to flow… choose Avion or zephyrhill-
Stilled or distilled I still kill and get more rotation the wind mills-
Leave torn your WORD BORN ….murder..call me the BIRTH CONTROL pill-
This ahould be an audio track but this way it cant be misread-
I taught a lot of you young SCRAPS to rap by ripping you to SHREDS-
CENTZ don’t chill with you cats aint got your back fuck who you are-
translate my rhymes with AUDO like his name translates to car-(ITALIAN)
see I don’t just sit and spit punchline-
well actually I do~ and leave you confused~ on how I teach with rhyme-
maybe you can leave educated men- IF you read it again-
(THERE NO WINNING-FROM MY BEGINING TO MY ENDING-)
you gay if you dick ride me and if you don’t lesbian-
so close your TRAP…don’t be letting anything ESCAPE your mouth-
If your ass would shut up you wouldn’t worry bout getting shit out-
I wont stop…….That how it goes-
While we rap FABOLOUS…. WORD P and A~U~D~O-(f-a-b-o)
im the cattlest-rap massicust-
battle this- callenme whack is like seeing EMINEM as a gay activist-

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Yo I flow to flow-not to dance-
since I don’t get none in the club-I rep underground with love-
This is my chance-
To show the world what skills are in work-Why there was a KOOL KIRT and RED ALERT-
We get the party wilden so don’t stress it-
Confess it-But there wouldn’t be A RHYTHM TO LIFE if I didn’t address it- Then the beat would have no meaning without a message-

[Audo]
I speak through the pen, words express my feelings/
My lyrical holiness is like God, the gift of verbal healings/
I move swiftly, spittin quickly like accelerated reading/
My razor tongue and sharp mind will leave you non-stop bleeding/
Me and Word~Perfect is illness defined/
Our metafours is metafives, we true lyrical masterminds/
Cause we got more vocab than advanced spelling bees/
Our flow is sicker than bronchitis kids trying ta breath/
I embody true hip-hop heads, I’m the avatar for underground emcees/
Personify the games greatest with golden bars of my steeze/
We let words speak loudest, cause true lyrics pays homage/
Our verbal murder got forensic scientists, combined with etymologists/
Trying to figure out the death of this kids conscience/
We got words running through your veins, entering through your pores/
It’s the fusion of heaven and hell, more commotion than the Sun’s core/
I’ll render you obsolete, delete your complete physique/
Destroy your mystique with my discrete conceit/
Audo and WORD~PERFECT, the prodigal tag-team/
Our titanic words, colossusly accurate like laser beams/

[Chorus]