ight
im sick-wit-it,spit-this-shit-swift-n-shit-kid/
rediculous,mentally affectin physics with the realistik/
real-twisted sicknin fittin the profile of a ill mc who wears fitteds/
leavin my thoughts imbedded in ya head like hooks used 4 fishin/
metaphysicist,yea im ill,kid keep ya distance/
im tha best,for example i couldve ripped this in an instant/
but i didnt, cuz i wanted to finish/
lyrically u cant see me,like my words were fuckin tinted/
chea u betta listen to the visions im spittin/
images outta my mind cut part of ya head off like curcumcissions/
u gotta pay to battle me son,i sell-losses/
u like micheal jacksons nose,cuz u fell-off-kid/
fuckit u live lies sayin ur a fuckin felon/
keep talkin,ill rip a hole in u,and tell the cops that the bullet fell-in/
slugs sizzle in snitches ribs for tellin/
twistin stomachs wit the acid pourin out smellin/