-it's nothing but the subliminal lyrical vandel../
-that spits nothing but the dentramental flows that no one can handle.../
-the person that drops crack into your blood sample../
-so you have no chance in passing your medical, i know i'm so influental.../
-they told me i hold the power to become presidental.../
-cause i spit nothing short of the esentals, hypnothising millions of individuals.../
-i know i hold the potenial, to make this seem sensual.../
-but in reality, i'll have you walkin to your funeral, k-otik, the lyrical general.../
-startin this battle with funkzilla, look ya'll, it's Matelda.../
-tryin to stab me with his umbrella, fuck that, i'll make you look weaker than rockafella.../
-if your a diabetic, let me poison you till i can claim your annarexic.../
-but i'll hesitate to call the paramedics, instead, i'll step on your head till i damage your cerbal cortex.../
-fuck listening to funkzilla, put on some funkadelics.../
-cause i gain knowledge from relics, not people who spit lyrcial word wrecks
-never mind my poor spelling, concentrate on your brain swelling.../
-cause theres no telling how long it'll take to make this another k-otikal killing