Lyrical-Jesus, after this battle you’ll have a new religion
Every December 27th I’ll appear in your vision
I chuck punches, that are well structured
Leave you looking like Quosimoto -badly fructured
This shit look familiar , somewhat -symptom-matic
Like in the horror movies, when the dumb chick walk into a dark -Attic.
Your just a -spastic diagnosed with chronic-fear
Something like -.Homer, when he runs out of -beer
Your nothing but a -donor, an unimportant members to this -site
Here to make up the numbers, not to win a -.fight.
Am the one in control , your just the joke- man,
Think of Dr -Phill on David Letter-man
My shit is -ill, yours is repulsive
Am still gonna exist after this battle, you’ll be a -fossil
My words are a curse , its supernatural-ism
Now your dead, only contactable by spiritual-ism