ill annhilate and leave u with a "fatal nytmare", u couldnt dare see my flows pontblank with ur eyes on stare/
u wouldnt be sitting on top if u were on a stack of chairs, my level u couldnt achieve if u never stopped climbing stairs/
u claim ur rips are intlectual, but when u spit they dont even begin to tear,innocent till proven guilty, shredded until proven worthy, i know life just aint fair/
ur vocals wouldnt be real with one hand on the bible and the words "i swear", my comensurate would be chrissy, urs rotten pears/(jailhouse vodka)
crushing me would be impossible, even if u were a large tracter,i cause disaster, ill melt u down like a nuculer reactor/
in this tourney u will cease to be a factor, i conceal fatal reveries, im like a laqour/
ur inelaborate rhyme schemes i spit at walls like they was plaster, u may be double paned reinforced, but ill still make u shatter/
i rip mcs constantly like pissing with a weak bladder,ur nothing, no mass no volume not even anti-matter/
part one of three in battle succeeding verses, ur lyrics are worthless, no aspirations u better start snatching purses/
by verse 2, u will undoubtidly be under one of my defaeted mcs curses, like gem mint i spit no errors or flaws, just pristine and perfect/
brain waves to abstract, u cant even precieve the surface, ill leave u a victum worst then one of lurches(big lurch)