Same deal with this one...
spit a 12 gauge punchline at the earth's core
rearrange tectonic plates to shake ya crew more
my flow rides nautical miles, got a tropical style
a dictionary's child, hurdle over obstacle miles
I can't spit 100% capacity, I don't have the audacity
the mic would implode like a black hole, actually
I'll roundhouse line the mic, breakin' barriers
illness spreads turning all listeners to carriers
juggle nitrogen bombs, consume, then erosion
occurs in the colon, regurgitate, windpipe explosion
mouth a gernade launcher, flying punchlines fight
the light turns dark cause' it's filled with fright
explosive delight, if I rhyme again I fear the globe
will explode, I have a hold, hopin' my skill is sold
get slammed in two, who knew I spew this too
when I rhyme the mic receives verbal abuse.