well, mayoking i guess you earned yourself the luck of the draw/
goin verse for verse tit for tat with a cat throwin knuckles in brawls/
you want attention, our battle alone is bound to cop a view all/
so un fuckwittable i gave the last 3 contenders blueballs
jerkin off in the loser's circle, i revert dudes to lurker status,
spittin classics from the back of the throat, vocals deemed hip hop quotable apparatus/
and my saliva's a biohazard/turnin weak cats into antimatter
matter of fact you met your match struck it and now i'ma burn this actor/
down to size/
no need to adjust your eyes/ or monitor, you cant see me...
i might just take the 2nd round off, and let you cop a freebie/
i know i'm over your head with these writtens better yet to be specific,
i'm harder to read then faded out chicken scratch hieroglyphics/been firin' physics for ages,
deliverin lyrics in stages/now i'm spreadin the gift out to allcomers like the shit was contagious, no rubbers bustin in faces,
no fuckin way to vaccinate this/ section 8 originated super phonetical spittin engagement