@shutdownpow,
Throw a slice of reel hip hop in watch what happens
Guts reactin on instinct , punchlines on the canvas
don’t even bruise my knucks grapplin
One touch ya tappin , damaged,
aparrently your paralyed or parapelegic `,you cant stand it
Those yo rhymes I don’t care to read it ,
you care to eat it , shove um down your throat
Don’t you need air to breathe bitch ,
u choke , ya don’t care to conceeded,
**** seed kid ,
I skeet it skeet it
,You cun see it , butt you cun’t be it , **** , get fucked pussy
,didn’t we really already establish
who the baddest looking for a mic to stab with
,bash ya skull off the wall n paint a picture ,
what you think a that ? taste of mixture
This dudes a midgit wit it , guess profess didn’t need a deeper plot , you taking the lords name in vein
, im taking swords to ya brain
ya sorta lame bitch, quarter dame quarter dane
quarter brain inks leaving his aura stained
with a tramp stamp ,
you the fan Im The Champ
,you speaking distain
, I’ll leave ya wrist chained
an split ya brain wit scripture , write the right ideas in ya head , but mang it’s amazing how much you look like your sister,
u wanna act like your sicker ,
catch ebola an when it eats way ya soul soldier ,
it’ll be over before u receive closure close ya mouth dog its over poser , wanna know what the flow about
, you don’t wanna go toe to toe in a bout
,K O'n ya scalp , u know it all’s know what its all about
, scrawling out ,your calling , up out the dirt ya crawlin out
, can’t be a zombie left ya skull in ya house,
ma ****** he’s a bloodsucker,
never raise the stakes up ,prof razor blade tracks for days
, u need to raise ya age the fact ya eight
,u need to cut ya rate of pay
,dimechick
b4 I hack ya database
, give you some common sense
,U raised ur tempature , ur temper sir ,embers burn
we aint playin games I end ya turn , end ya term ,
no re election of the issues , when ur gone aint nobody miss you
, graffiti’d ,the wall with ya skull n bloody tissue
,truth is b4 u were uglier then this ooooo , nasty
, sick
, disgusting,jsst busting at me is blasphemy to the rap scene
when prof throw a hook , you’ll be sick if you catch me
, if prof wrote a book it’d be best seller that week , im that weak
got so much drive ya’ll in the back seat or in the past soon as I pass Peace
, u don’t blast pieces , or blast reef , ,
did u catch wind a that,when ya rap I cant tell if its cumming out ya snatch
or your ass cheeks,
no holding back though 
