The reason behind my rhymin mind is nothing hahahahahahaha
start the beat so i can slaughter the mic.
i might be harder than mike - tyson when he started to fight,
why would i bother to be like any body but me I.N.K to the D.R.O.P.Z.
believe me i could battle the player like i was a hater that ain't major.
and shatter the stager to pieces the evil M.C. is defeated believe it.
reason wit me? ha you make my ribs hurt.....
i'm a demon on the beat i rip experts for supper and devour you for dessert.
in my next verse on the mic i'm a monster slaughter M.C.'s.
a butcherer, murder rappers verbally that never herd of me.
i thoroughly destroy, i deploy my rhymes in a ploy of crimes.
on a killin spree of villiany, with killa bee's, killin beats.
to the best of my abilities. feelin me or my lyrical hostility?
meta physical rhymin of infinity possibilities.
still it need the perfection punch line or a criminal mind touch.
killin flows physically, with unconditional rhyme luck and a subliminal mind fuck.........
spit flows sick yo get more from the door then to the floor.........
i hate wanna be rappers and fake emcee with empy lines and gangsta rappers
ya'll a bunch of acters