HA!.. Kid Your wack..Here Enjoy your merking...

Murder in Progress...


It’s a pity you need a whole committee to vote to confirm your shitty
I’m gonna make you as popular as low-flying aircraft in New York City
oCANti the only chance you have is to start praying and hoping
Your style’s more tired than an insomniac with eyelids sewn open
My soul’s yearning sin to do good like turning Bin in, but I won’t obey
You couldn’t defeat Verstyle if they were giving victories away on e-bay
As oCANti meets a figure of doom holding his fate in one hand
Faggot your time is now up as I stare at an hourglass with no sand
Watch this trick duck as his rep is soon forgotten and lined with thick dust
Humiliating a fag called oCANti who decided he wanted to test these skills
Leave you frustrated like a one-armed man hanging off a cliff with itchy testicles
You and your vile team are living an infantile dream thinking you can compete
You against me is like Maurice Green laughing as he overtakes paralympic athletes
This faggot couldn’t pack heat if he set the contents of his Samsonite on fire
After I break all your fingers no sound is coming out that imaginary trigga
You couldn’t takeover if you bought Rocafella Records from Jigga
When is someone gonna tell this absurd herb that Artistics isn’t even a word
You predicted going up in flames in your signature and now it really occurred

Murder Complete...