Determined im in shape for lyrical rape
Hearin your name, makes me more geared for this game
Tears for the pain, but my ducts bloodstained
A cup of lung strength, spit calling one name
Bootcamp for the wicked hooks can't be the sickness
I do "Multis" like a "dog" listen
I take words slice 'em into different intentions
"Down to the letter" like Im "Missing a sentence"
I have had electrolytes fill my pen on them Techno nights
Im infested lice bugging these tested sites
Cuz thats the guy, yes this is I
A guest to me is I guess a beef
Turn around and give this guest my cheeks
Im too depressed to breath so I spit and wheeze
Give them a "hook" like I split a "C"