welcome to da end of it all/ now ur on ur knees ready to crawl/
ur rhymes r dull they have no point at all/ u dissapoint me i thought u had style/
ill beat u jus like a bad child/
ur like a dozen mild, ill eat ya up/
jus like Fat Albert eatin a reese cup/
wuts up with me, wuts up with u/
think he can spit, when he cant even chew/
if i want any shit from u, ill jus scrape my shoe/
when i drop dis bomb, u wont know who hit chu...