Another Freestyle...

[Guest ChuBz17]

My lyricals are critical,

elminating silly syllables,

my lines are ancient like its biblical,

these wack spittas whom I think are fucking pittafull,

Whenever I spit I burn the fucking Mic,

spit so hot I got the amplifiers fried,

i'll knock you out your shoes better have your sneakers tied,

my flows from the underground deeper then where ancient creatures lie,

my flow rings your eardrums like when the beepers cry,

my lines kill emcee's some call it grim reaper lines,

My flows so sick I got the croud sneezin,

rhymes make em' gasp for air I gottem weezin,

spit lyrical bullets like when I start squeezin,

got the croud jumpin now there sneakers creasin,

My sick lines are so sick they placed me in an insane asylum,

last emcee that battled me they cant find em,

the planets seperated, grabbed a mic and realined em',

my lyrics are delicious the finest emcee's wanna bite em'.