Komik- Killin' Emcees!

Komik- Killin' Emcees!

I take more breath away than asmatics with weak hearts-
People throw their hands up more than a spasmic retard-
Your like Ludmila, cuz I leave your cancerchest ingrown-
Your wife’s a Hoe, I get more head than tyrettes syndrome-
No bitch waves at you, even if you happen to play Asian-
The only bloodbrothers you have is African Aids patients-
I leave Emcees with wide open wounds and bleedin scars-
Your face turns yellow, like chineese people breathin Sars-
A visit by God, you asked questions & lost faith in answers-
Mc’s show up with big balls & leaves with prostate cancer-
Thats my style, I am fast on my desktop when I teach y’all-
Cuz I push more buttons than cripples with speechproblems-
Ride or die! Punchline writers, all of them am I better than-
You end up in two wheels, like a convention for Nam veterans-
Im in the zone like G-spots, You punkasses lack missions-
Dont step, cuz you’ll choke to death like Anthrax vitctims-
Im allready in the Hall Of Fame, right next to the alltimers-
Cuz I make you start shakin’ as if you had Ahlzeimers-
So stop goin’ against me, start movin clockwize instead-
Time’s over, take your chance cuz otherwise.. your dead.