Chapter 2: Defeating The Maggots
lol@quick freestyle shit
shattering your skull, wid jaw fragments all over the street...
hold on to ure seat as I chop off your legs so you can "admit-da-feet"...
my rhymes r like tha deseart, leave you burned if you try to ride...
stick ure dignity down ure throat, so u can swallow ure pride...
im known worldwide with my lines, chances of you winning are as narrow as bin laden holdin up USA'z flags...
After my rap session, and opression of ure lyriics, mics and emcees get wrapped up in body bagz...
I dont give a fuck like a bishop...spittin till ya casket drops...
flingin verbal uppercuts givin ya'll concussions...
leave ure mental state collaspin like the economy of the russians...
lol@roccy thinks he can drop hard bars just cuz he jump with them...
leave u cold and motionless on the bathroom floor like i cut ure brain stem...
and pillow, nah ppl dont sleep on ure rhymes cuz of ure nickname ...
creep-up on ure-lines and stab your nack and watch u drown in my flame...
Your "shit" aint "tight" so jus call em lose-motions...
as i end this rhyme, doctors diagnose tha fakest with abused-notions....
...R.I.P'ped
-{bLaDe}