Im slick when it comes-to-killin, your chest my gun-will-fill-in while blood shoots-out-ya-vein//
ya brain collapses-with-whackness neva hit ya satisfaction, expectations unsurpassed in rap your just movin-with-shame//
Lets leave-it-to-truth spit to his fullest but he still wound up being decieved-in-his-fables//
No support like a legless-table.. ripped the price tag of his dildo and claimed he had-a-Label//
yo man I hate ta say it but you asked for this battle n I dont need-nobody's-aid //
cuz my mouth is just like a double shotty gauge it’ll leave-ya-body-sprayed//
I ripped out ya heart and told the sound engineer to "sample-the-beat"//
"kick" the head of this laughable-geek so he can see an example-of-"da-feet"//(defeat)
droppin this whore with punches to the torso, strangle him with his intestinal-chord//
"droppin sick" cos its his "stomach and organs" that are "hittin-the-floor"//
Leave ya lifelines open like I 'slit-ur-wrists', I'm sick-n-pissed//
Like 'sweet pussy' I leave ya in 'holes' depending if u 'lick-or-fist//(licorice)
This bitch is a fag cuz he really does like it in his-booty//
Has his coach bendin over while hes yellin “put me in coach” like a homosexual-Rudy//