i abuse this , lyrical bitch named anubis
cuz i spit rhymes so powerful that they could move bricks
i hit ya wit weapons and leave a bruise up in ya brain
I can tell that ya a rookie cuz anub(newb) is in ya name
and ur rhymes are whack u sound like a babbling hoe
cuz this cat da Blessed Killah is a battling pro
and right now im drinkin bud u know the king of beers
i saw anubis on the run and said now thats the king of queers
and ill ill fukin kill u faggot,watch i grip my missles tight
and i smoke the finest weed that got more crystals than ya ice
and i regret the shit i dead my own pain is on my chest
cuz i look in the mirror this herbs chain is on my neck
u dont know gangsta son ur like a hood rook
Ur moms wanted to give me head so i asked " r u a good cook"
in battles they say im hard to put down im like a good book