Haven't lost, when I pop, it be your loss, so don't be cross
Don't be mad when I toss and flip your force and redirect your course
Sharp shooters can't aim me cuz I snipe first at your type of verse
I'll ignite back your curse, see you tonight when voters clap by your hearse
I didn't need a "Medical Certificate" to prove that I'm the illest MC you paid for
Now you face the sickest deal, it's what you wait for
Spiderman webs wouldn't set traps, now who's sinister?
Mister, I mean sister, get a grip sir, before you hit-stir
Nothing disturbs, a flying-Fish wouldn't need a Griffin to soar east
I wouldn't even trip, let alone fall to an arachnid beast
Blisters would heal, flames on my hands would scar and grill-
Your face up, fry you and sell you in Thailand's bar with frills
VOTE!!! First to four wins.
