Originally Posted by E Looch

u no threat like boistrous theives insult his friends make him dissapeer
if illnes is a gift than empire must have been born on leap year
ya thoughts have ceased an lost its flow like meditatin wit menopause
bubba sparx clone died on stage cuz they said stay till u get apllause
u never gonna be known u like Pac u gon die before u get Big*
he a soap opera actress his illest text was puttin my name in his sig
who else is 23 an has a curfew at 8 livin on the comput-er
to end his life all i do is pull the plug & disconnect his future
live in absence like abducted souls u got owned everyone knows
so u can take pride in ya loss like family stories of war heroes

Originally Posted by E Looch

forfiet kid ya skill level still aint been raised like orphan kids
now u got less signs of life then posters that praise abortion bids
u ridiculous ya style still phasin just a meek conspicuous abrasion
his illness is hard to spot like Eminem as a lentiginous caucasian
sharkin a real artists name paints a picture of him bein a stan
callin my name an ya punches breezin by only proves your a fan
holds up white sheets like its his national flag he already surrenderin
when u make a cover it'll be a funeral program so ya fame u hinderin
if u claim u won hold up u got it backwards now like ya tite game
not acknowledged hes a shame even admins dont captilize his name

Originally Posted by E Looch

come on Polifick when its beef u dont throw no mags in
an only personals u know is the ones u post homo ads in
im lucifers assistant i'll sell the Bible so ya win prayers are spent
how u king of rb when wack bars is 99.9% of ya chemical ingredient
like Bellevues Threats i have the mad harmin u with brute force
think u got in magazines since ya sig came from the back of the source
u only a small sport like midget marathons u fell short like letters in PoLiFicK
u not elite faded black just hidin in the dark to avoid becomin a statistic
Polifick has ceased to exist like old people for I eat the Feeble
I feed on people an like blind mathematicians I dont see no equal

Originally Posted by E Looch

ya words lack bite like muzled dogs ya rhymes leave no scars
like fat people tryin arobics strecthed marks is alias for ya bars
I phrase an harm got ears ringin lke bazed alarms
u could father 2 sleeves an still couldnt raise an arm
wannabe NaS rapper keep swearin hes a streets diciple
bitin my shit he really has a thiefs theme on a daily cycle
runs out of paper so create just prewrites on his vest
battlin mes the only way hes gettin shit off his chest
im consumed in ya eyes like cataracts supportin pupil babies
sunned u without adoption papers no need to follow with truthfull maybes