The rhyme forms like a supercell over flat plains
with black rain and hail the size of frag nades.
You wanna war ? Clutch a sword.
I'll leave you cut in four on a bloody floor,
then dump the parts into a muddy ford.
I get dirty like Redman but artistic like Rembrandt.
I'm bettin' ten grand I'll snap the neck of an Em Stan.
Em is good, but there's better.
The capital third letter would sever his spinal cord with a lyrically sharp measure.
Verbal katana swords swung with the force to pierce boards a foot thick
is how I choose to handle most pricks.
I get busy like porn stars.
With four bars, I'll hit you with a force far greater than Fist of the North Star.