I spit sick like scurvy mixed wit Curt B’s herpes//
I’ll leave ya brains blown, then get brain… blown by ya girl on her knees//
my words leave… ya searchin for a chink in the armor//
but keep ya eyes wide… cause in a blink ya a goner//
in the finals, I find annals of my past works//
and top-that so “god damn’s” this bastard’s last words//
damn nerds get me heated, I gotta drop filthy//
and stop ya heart from beatin, while beatin ya… feel me?//
I decapitate the hard headed- leave ya carcass fetid//
get ya “boxed in”… resemblin Gwyneth’s part in Se7en//
god in heaven! ya aint a disciple, just an awful apostle//
and failing this “bar exam” like we in law school//
and I practice… if I get serious and focus//
it’s explosive… and this whole experience is hopeless//
hide and seak? that’s played, plus I never duck opponents//
I always shit on their verse, then flush the whole script//
like a gun wit no clip… ya threats are empty//
once I flow bitch… notice it ain’t best to tempt me?//
you’ll never get the best of me, no man can do that//
in fact I’m superior, twice your senior… like ya two dad’s//
ya knew that, that’s why ya thought to drop first//
but I’m methodical I got more patience than doctors//
flow like I’m never thirsty… this bitch could never hurt me//
I’m burying this faggot… maggots will be the first to unearth Curt B//