10 to 15 bars

no dick ridin, no crew votes



my flows come in strains tha drain ya brain leavin you mentally disturbed//
or i could bust-heat,or just-speak when i touch tweek which ever you prefer//
kick rhymes to tha curb like we was in a grudge-match,watch ya faggot ass plug-crack and still have room to fudge-pack//
my rhymes rippin interior,im drippin inferior but i still soak-up,,i hit mics and smoke-dutch while you choke-nut//
bring pain in double, then attack in couples leavin u as bubbles in this puddle//
wipe free tha rubble to find ya corpse,burnt wit flames hot enough to burn we call that scorch//
burnt-to-crisp,turned-to-shit now u a man cause u earned-ya-dick//
heres my premier and they call u mentally-ill,your experimentaly-till//
i release ya wackness,tha fact-is ya done,u aint even started yet and u still think its for fun,well ask em all whos still number one//
and when you find out and tha depression-sets,let me show u how far your agression-gets.