Death to All (StyleSwitch)

I'm the Illest, the Fittest Lyricist to spit Writtens Quick in Literate Script

You have no idea to how many Victims i Diss that end up Slitting their Wrists

Guilt from how many Women they've Kissed and now a Father to Six Different Kids

Switching my Style, You know this Rhythm is Sick, Fuck Cops, I Give em the Slip

You're a Plague Carrying Rat, You Sit on their Dick, Give information on a Daily Basis

Your Rhyme Scheme is just Plain and Basic, You could never get to the Level that I'm On

I'm a Veteran Revolutionary Rebel from Saigon, I Fight Strong

You'll feel me resonate in the air even When I'm Gone but Goonies Never Die

You couldn't Pull an Uzi on any Men of Mine, You'll end up dead in 2 Seconds or Less

Just on Instinct, my men would pull to Shoot Weapons on Threats, You'd End up a Mess

My flow is ill, call a doctor, I need a Temperature Test,

So tell me in all honesty, Who'd you Reckons the Best?