Ayo, My flow wreckless, like I'm uncontrollable with my TEK 6/
Disrespect this, I'll make ya mutha****in chest lift/
Fake niggaz wanna talk about JEWELRY well check this/
I'll kick you in ya THROAT, and leave you standin there NECKLESS/
Highly respected when me and the mic get connected/
we create verses so perfected we get monuments erected/
My skillz, ECCLECTIC like the minds of 1000 MCs COLLECTED/
Lyrics ELECTRIC, like when two LIVE WIRES get connected/
Known to spit in sessions where MCs get ripped in sections/
I SPIT so SICK, I have to get treated for LIP INFECTIONS/
I make MCs CHECK OUT as soon I CHECK IN/
or should I say they STEP OUT as soon as I STEP IN/
Even if I pulled off ya LEFT LIMB, ya still wouldnt be RIGHT/
Even when ya CONSTIPATED ya **** still wouldnt be TIGHT/
I'm a verbal menace with viscious vernacular/
Spittin spectacular, MCs get ripped when they sit in the midst of the massacre/
You will never be AHEAD of me, even if I was in BACK of ya/
You'll get both ya ARMS detatched from ya, and I'll wonder why you can't take em when I'm HANDing them back to ya/
Its Fonnix, the microphone masterer/
flows will smack the BLACK in ya back to AFRICA/
I'm not a racist, cuz ****, I'm black too/
Just to prove it, caucasians get smacked too/
**** it I'll explain my political views some other time/
but as for my flows, ****! lyrics is color blind/
so any emcee catches it, regardless of melanin tone/
Cuz it aint gonna matter, when you battlin me, you'll just be reduced to a pile of skeleton bones/
Yo check this verbally vicious, spittin terminal sickness/
burnin microphones like germs that'll turn into siph-lis/
turn emcees into ashes that'll sit in in urns in ya kitchens/
leave you like recoverin crack addicts with all ya turnin and twitchin/
hell yeah my words are vindictive, flows been known to burn cables/
I've BROKE more beats then DJs with turntables/
Shows been known to turn fatal, when I'm cluthing the mic/
Spit rhymes so hard, I normally give concussions to mics/
you couldnt BEAT me if I was a PRECUSSION device/
you wouldnt have more meta-4s(phors) then me if you took 2 of ya rhymes and DOUBLED em TWICE/
I love bringing trouble to mics, with verbal harassment/
In battles my voice amplifying object is equipped with an infared laser sight attachment/
so I'ma lyrical assassin, killin words with saliva projectiles/
and still got girls giving me more SKULLY then X-FILES/
Matter fact got a lot of girls on my penis/
I get so much BRAIN, that niggaz call me a GENIUS/
Yo I'm a true verbalist, my flow is murderous
/When I step to mics and get cats SHOOK like airplanes with TURBULENCE/
I'm HOT like BURNER TIPS right after the bullet ejects from the GUN/
So I'm like a LOADED WEAPON when my lyrics connect with my tounge/
With the ability cave in ya chest and ya lungs/
Or with enuff power to kick ya testicles so they layin next to ya gumz/
A lyricist, who doesnt use projectiles, but loads TEXTS into gunz/
So MCs are riddled with BULLET HOLES when cypha sessions is done/
Fonnix is second to none, on top of the game/
blow up whole stages when, emcees even think about DROPPIN my name/
Spittin flows from off the top of the brain, just to rip a nation/
Battle me, and the reciprication, is havin you DROP like PRECIPITATION/
Lyrical Dr. Kevorkian, killin specific patients with terrific phrases/
that are so SICK, that you get CATARACTS when you read these cryptic pages/
I can spit for ages, as long as the clock ticks/
my production of hotness, is gonna get monotonous/
Vulcan Death Grip on mics, like I'm on some SPOCK S**T/
While you couldn’t CUM(come) strong if ya MC name was KOCK SPIT/
Yo ya like a P*SSY in a FIGHTER JET lets see if you got this young buck/
I'm sayin, your a PUSSY in a KOCK-PIT so you're bound to get PHUCKED UP/
I'll leave ya CHIN TOUCHED-UP, like I'm a RECONSTRUCTION PHYSICIAN/
Then I'll hit ya wife off in the Canine-style ****in position/
Lyrical accuracy, these rhymes, I bust with precision/
Flows hittin HARDER then a 2 18-Wheeler Trucking COLLISION/
Battle Fonnix? What a gutsy decision, you must be confident/
I've been known to murder MCs with well placed vowels and constanants/
Blow up whole continents, with constent spit/
My verbal competence allows me to spit words that'll disperce ya conciousness/
I'm on that CONTRA ****, except I'm not playin a GAME/
I just beat y'all and I'm on the final screen with the high score list displayin my name
yeah wuttup peoplez, this is Fonnix The Word Play Wizard, holla at this and let me know what y'all think. Get at me. 1!!
Fonnix
Disrespect this, I'll make ya mutha****in chest lift/
Fake niggaz wanna talk about JEWELRY well check this/
I'll kick you in ya THROAT, and leave you standin there NECKLESS/
Highly respected when me and the mic get connected/
we create verses so perfected we get monuments erected/
My skillz, ECCLECTIC like the minds of 1000 MCs COLLECTED/
Lyrics ELECTRIC, like when two LIVE WIRES get connected/
Known to spit in sessions where MCs get ripped in sections/
I SPIT so SICK, I have to get treated for LIP INFECTIONS/
I make MCs CHECK OUT as soon I CHECK IN/
or should I say they STEP OUT as soon as I STEP IN/
Even if I pulled off ya LEFT LIMB, ya still wouldnt be RIGHT/
Even when ya CONSTIPATED ya **** still wouldnt be TIGHT/
I'm a verbal menace with viscious vernacular/
Spittin spectacular, MCs get ripped when they sit in the midst of the massacre/
You will never be AHEAD of me, even if I was in BACK of ya/
You'll get both ya ARMS detatched from ya, and I'll wonder why you can't take em when I'm HANDing them back to ya/
Its Fonnix, the microphone masterer/
flows will smack the BLACK in ya back to AFRICA/
I'm not a racist, cuz ****, I'm black too/
Just to prove it, caucasians get smacked too/
**** it I'll explain my political views some other time/
but as for my flows, ****! lyrics is color blind/
so any emcee catches it, regardless of melanin tone/
Cuz it aint gonna matter, when you battlin me, you'll just be reduced to a pile of skeleton bones/
Yo check this verbally vicious, spittin terminal sickness/
burnin microphones like germs that'll turn into siph-lis/
turn emcees into ashes that'll sit in in urns in ya kitchens/
leave you like recoverin crack addicts with all ya turnin and twitchin/
hell yeah my words are vindictive, flows been known to burn cables/
I've BROKE more beats then DJs with turntables/
Shows been known to turn fatal, when I'm cluthing the mic/
Spit rhymes so hard, I normally give concussions to mics/
you couldnt BEAT me if I was a PRECUSSION device/
you wouldnt have more meta-4s(phors) then me if you took 2 of ya rhymes and DOUBLED em TWICE/
I love bringing trouble to mics, with verbal harassment/
In battles my voice amplifying object is equipped with an infared laser sight attachment/
so I'ma lyrical assassin, killin words with saliva projectiles/
and still got girls giving me more SKULLY then X-FILES/
Matter fact got a lot of girls on my penis/
I get so much BRAIN, that niggaz call me a GENIUS/
Yo I'm a true verbalist, my flow is murderous
/When I step to mics and get cats SHOOK like airplanes with TURBULENCE/
I'm HOT like BURNER TIPS right after the bullet ejects from the GUN/
So I'm like a LOADED WEAPON when my lyrics connect with my tounge/
With the ability cave in ya chest and ya lungs/
Or with enuff power to kick ya testicles so they layin next to ya gumz/
A lyricist, who doesnt use projectiles, but loads TEXTS into gunz/
So MCs are riddled with BULLET HOLES when cypha sessions is done/
Fonnix is second to none, on top of the game/
blow up whole stages when, emcees even think about DROPPIN my name/
Spittin flows from off the top of the brain, just to rip a nation/
Battle me, and the reciprication, is havin you DROP like PRECIPITATION/
Lyrical Dr. Kevorkian, killin specific patients with terrific phrases/
that are so SICK, that you get CATARACTS when you read these cryptic pages/
I can spit for ages, as long as the clock ticks/
my production of hotness, is gonna get monotonous/
Vulcan Death Grip on mics, like I'm on some SPOCK S**T/
While you couldn’t CUM(come) strong if ya MC name was KOCK SPIT/
Yo ya like a P*SSY in a FIGHTER JET lets see if you got this young buck/
I'm sayin, your a PUSSY in a KOCK-PIT so you're bound to get PHUCKED UP/
I'll leave ya CHIN TOUCHED-UP, like I'm a RECONSTRUCTION PHYSICIAN/
Then I'll hit ya wife off in the Canine-style ****in position/
Lyrical accuracy, these rhymes, I bust with precision/
Flows hittin HARDER then a 2 18-Wheeler Trucking COLLISION/
Battle Fonnix? What a gutsy decision, you must be confident/
I've been known to murder MCs with well placed vowels and constanants/
Blow up whole continents, with constent spit/
My verbal competence allows me to spit words that'll disperce ya conciousness/
I'm on that CONTRA ****, except I'm not playin a GAME/
I just beat y'all and I'm on the final screen with the high score list displayin my name
yeah wuttup peoplez, this is Fonnix The Word Play Wizard, holla at this and let me know what y'all think. Get at me. 1!!
Fonnix
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