I'll come through with demoniacal artillary
And I will clash a ******* ***** if this ***** isn't feeling me
Turn your wreckless life into a misery
And I can turn a lose into a victory
No lyracist has yet beat me phsically
Mentally or lyrically
So if you wanna come against Spitzafrenik
I'll jump on the mic and dead it end up with a vital injury
I'm like a clip sixteen for a capacity
Turn bullets into bars and then shoot rapidly
Lift you of the ground no gravity
There are not many that are over laping me
I write the ryhmes and the flow come naturally
I will end you life if you start attcking me
Actually no mc will damage me
Because I will hit you with a bar and that's a guarantee.

My first sixteen to my new tune " Wrong Roads"
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