Who's next to feal tha' wrath, stop ya' runnin by rippin' ya calfs// ya' flow isn't done, Im splittin' it in half// slittin ya tounge makin' ya lungs choke from tha blood I brung//
So son, the lords above knows there no-otha that is illa, you wouldn't evolve illa if you was a catapilla//
Couldn't continue winnin' if you was rated a Cereal Killa[b]//
Cuz ya' text is stale and plain, I'll call it [b]'Kix', cuz its only good for bein' entertaned by thecorn'y' verses you spit//
God have mercy, cuz I wont, you think your next? well I don't//
Ya' next 2 fall, you came to this battle un-ready to brawl//
Couldn't move n' run away with this battle if U-Hauled//
I'll leave ya half-way through, let ya hold the bruise of blue-balls//
And wit a red nose leakin', so you can fly off like Rudolf//