six shots to rip off the back of ya mind
I'll ring ya neck like an African bride
I'm snappin this guy GPS on my ox so when all this fail
my blades'll navigate through his organ trail
you'll never prevail against the Si to the S.I. the Khrayne
bring a tech nyne heater that'll fry ya brain
slide ya neck 5 meters from the spine it came
so when this siesmic rage...you won't speak J-Rite just speak the rites for J
I ignite the prey I guess we all gypsies when kid gets ta spittin
we just ain't feelin Rite like wicked premonitions
I'm supposed to be afraid of some clown from....where ever the fuck you from
I will fuck you up
how you sound like Mike Tyson & ya punches suck?
it's like when he talks on mics, beileve dog
he ain't feedin an ear...he tryna bite them things off...
peep my verse every line fatal & tragic
so many Rite-Offs I got a rebate on my taxes
you can't stay on beat when you are rappin
ya flow go so far off the beaten path it's in 2Pac's cabin
u are wack son if you get a deal I'm burnin every mic I find under the sun
cuz as long as J-Write, shiet, I'm farenheit 451
terrorize the minds til brains are fried lines rupture n nerves bleed
so when J write's shifts no wonder he droppin a work weak/week
call me Japanese Army when I enter rap shit
in this battle all you gonna see is Lim Detachment
I'ma sinful bastard every line I say
we all gon post late. Ain't none of us given the Rite time of Day
you ain't winnin this battle it's ironic infact too
cuz you could bring ya whole fuckin site & still ain't got TheVerbal to back you
