wow, dude, you've entered some hot n' heavy battle here, dynam'aight...


ayo call my frees' scientific methods/
i splitt atoms with rich rhyme, as if im 24 carats/
ya need to exlore and get wit some formulas//
cuz i know my height in this game,
i cause yall wanderers turbulence//
now how the fuck yall expect to work on projects//
when ya cant handle talkin logics//
sittin in the lab wit a buncha gadgets//
when all i need is a fool like "trouser" boy/
skatter n' shatter his electrons n protons=
break his toys/
minus his budgets//
im more tons=
im the skinny version of big pun=
i hold them, while you you gets shot by guns=
you so wrong=
like a bitch who said thas my son=
n i said thas one ugly child/
must be atom13th's cum=
i spitt miles/ wild/ n' fire/ yall sire's, old retards get expired/
n now my choir is ready to sing the chorus called R.I.P//
cuz i fucked yall to death, into deep//
n now im tired/
ready to sleep//

(if we battle, can you guys be specific and write organized because i dont even feel like ready shit that just rambles rambles rambles on...make it look like a freestyle not a book...shiiit)

this is not a weapon, its words that consist of letter...
no (Beef)InEsS