Yea, this is where I show you how nice I am. 50 bars.



I rip up the mic dirty, battle anybody who's worthy

The only player out with a CT jersey

You see me, heard me, felt me, purely

The sickest on the earth, ain't no shit to cure me

I am surely, a rhyme busta, fuck ya

If you go against the kid then I'll have to crush ya

Knock you down like a gust of wind if fists touch ya

Cause I always stay on my grind like Chad Muska

Take that suckas, hit em with brass knucks

And kick em with Tims on and fuck that ass up

I eat em like Pac Man, the score just adds up

Should be in a trash can, shit I'm grouchy as fuck, yup

I'll wrap my hands around your neck and choke ya

Shock ten thousand volts, Zues lightnin bolt ya

So keep your courage close if I go and approach ya

Cause I'm here to "Face Off" like Nick Cage and Travolta

Spit molten flows that shatter your chest

Leave you with a broken nose for a lack of respect

So please son, if you really wanna battle the best

I'll put your fuckin life in "Jeopardy" like Alex Trebek, yes

I'm not your average vet, blastin a tek

I'll ravage your set, beat you up like masochist sex

I never met another rapper of my caliber yet

But them beatin me is like me passin an Algebra test

I be flippin like a calender, lyrics be scorchin em

Rap valedictorian, swingin, stingin like scorpions

Skin whiter than porcelain, but bringin them dark forces in

Sick like the shit they caught on the Trail to Oregon

I'm talkin Cholera, Scarlet Fever, and Dysentery

It's scary, you'd swear to god I memorized the dictionary

I'm buyin if the "Price is Right" with Drew Carey

Fairly out of my mind got you runnin like Tom and Jerry

I am very mentally nuts, spit with quickness

Step to a bitch like baseball, designated to hit this

Got your head spinnin like kickflips, when I rip this

Hardbody like my flows lift weights at Planet Fitness

You can't get with this shit Chris spit I'm this sick hit piff

Till I'm flyin through the air quick as a discus

You simply can't dismiss this, ready to go the distance

In the booth feelin like a fuckin kid on Christmas

This is, me back and fresh as can be

Hell I got more kicks than the UFC

More kicks than Jet Li, or Tekken 3

I'm nice, anybody I've ever met could agree

Could it be? The dude who's droppin analogies

Hustlin to make a salary, and burnin opponents quick as a calorie

I will glad-a-ly, charge up the battery

And swing with a bat and see if I can knock your ass straight out the galaxy

Fact not fallacy, I rapidly drop shit

Pilot in the cock pit and sure as a clock ticks

I'll be here throwin more fists than a mosh pit

50 bars later and I'm still spittin hot shit



Yea bitch, I'm nice!