open cypha..jus keep adden and flowen

[spit it]

ill spit vowels/and shits u out like lose bowels/im foul/ill take a shower, wipe my ass wit ur sheet of disses, fuck towels/u drownden, im bound ta win/iv bin found ta finish emcees off with pages with notin but rage placed on it/ill be honest/im hot like vomit/ur cold like the home of comit/colder then the north pole, i flame like a comet/and bionclly, rap artist who say they the hardest aint even on ta me/gone a be the greatest/even if takes me my whole days rest of wrighten lyrics that come timeless/im spineless,my raps twisten around u, and smashen u like china/ur minor, plus ur brittle/ur riddles dont even confuse me, im use to eaten ur type a skills like skitels, and crunchen u like pickels/ill kick ya face in when i place in talent like im blazen/chasen people like u wit chain saws like jason/and this jus a free, this aint even my amazen/verbal abilities/i spit rhymes like bullets in artilery/and if u aint feelin me, re atch ur finger tips, cause im too much ta touch kid/i aint ruff,but im fed up/wit these children that cum soft everytime like old men who cant get it up/im done, ive chucked wat i brought, lets see whats u got/jus spit anything off the top of ur dome, it aint gotta rock, jus some quick shit thats sounds simple like lyrics from 2pac after he relesed cd's afer hisdeath from glocks shots/