to let u know i'm ill here's a freestyle
Smack fire out mics kid get lifted wit projectiles that split wigs
Rip shit ..I live for the this …put shocks to ya like blanka did
You’d think I’m a baby cuz I got so many cribs
Leave plenty dead… ripped and redder than the womb they mamas breed
Avidly passive attacks crackin n slappin fast in da cranial cavity wit battery
Smashin shit accurate latch da mac n tragically lavously slap sadistic mystic blood thru ya arteries
Dare spare wit me it ought ta be mockery sought out wit nails from carpentry shot wit archery
Sharper than ginsu blades made by a Chinese blacksmith … more smoking than a phines glass dick
My shits classic ill scripts to blast wit like hockey sticks in hat tricks who can match this
Fukin shove ya passive ass quick in a six foot deep dirt mattress
Twist ya dome straight off ya shoulders you’ll be labled file-x like scully and moulder
This da homicidal manic satanic barbaric freak lyrical judicial hear my shit when I speak
Terminal voice mics killed by choice the boisterous poisonous vocal noise
Turn orchids on fire when I scorch kid wit morbid porous spits to da core bitch……
