Blind attack

I dont even need too see my opponent just too murk you

my flow impeccable, I'll carve this wooded figure for you

Geppetto, I'm simply the best at what I do a true artist,

I kill you leave you too rot up in your apartment dispose of the

carcass roll you up in a carpet, this is a lyrical slaughter

Who want too bet this dude dont even got a father too

short too play basketball so now he a florist he tried too sell

a couple songs bro got me desperate he even went commando

But I guess that didnt work out because juvenile told you no

This cat imaginary far from good, a easy target no vision

but you do smell like a labour market, chances are I ran

into you at the fleamarket still selling trash, give it up

you tried your hardest I already beat you in real life so

beating you in this battle is beating you in the afterlife