I hit harder   than Forman   landing both both gloves to a low blow   with no cup   leave you Speech-less like when Arrested Development broke up   carry a crow bar for egos that won't budge   crack skulls   through helmets   with the penetration of a screw nailed in   return like I was sending self addressed postage   throw bricks the size of the Stonehenge   before battles, we pour blood   and toast, death to wicked infants   found on the sorceress' doorsteps   slaughter lamb   and boar's head   every MC's cause of boredness   and mind bondage   bronchitis, lung failure   language unfam-i-liar   art through a flooded air brush   ??? leave craft   sentences joined with words holding hands   it's a tight squeeze   from where your head will be landing   in exact time flight leaves