ya handle’s Stealth, but this fighter don’t drop bombs//
so you and ya company YV’s
fucked like broke dot-com’s//
seak and Savage beat the average, so naturally we’ll beat you//
and after we emerge number 1- your factually gonna “B-2”//
YV too- gonna need an I.V. when I see you//
my patient doctrines lead to//
doctor’s patients in I-C-U//
once seak’s through- drop warily with 2nd thoughts//
cause votes for you require more charity than 9-11 got//
my “727 (07/27)” plot, is on course- destroy two with my craft//
enjoy watching you both collapse with the force I employ with my blast//
whip my ass? I laugh- at malicious intent//
I suffocate “Young” kids like SIDS- even the most “Vicious” infants//
incensed… Stealth's plan will be to ban me//
can’t stand seak, cause I pen more “Marvel’s” than Stan Lee//
Sam and me- we add up to the “Sum of all Fears” like Ben Affleck//
so this verse is my “insurance” that they’ll “duck” us like AFLACK//
this cat’s grasp on language is famous//
while Stealth’s notorious for boring us with some same shit that’s aimless//
my aim is, to silence them before they even begin//
so geographically, Misery (Missouri) is the “state” I’m leavin em in//