Ill stay popping this ducklin, like hunters 2 gun-clappings//
wrap u over like coldcuts....nigga...ur soft snackings//
Make u dig ur grave urself cuz i dont wanna get my hands durty//
u working fast cuz u dont wanna hear my powerful lyrics u rather b 6 ft deep in a hurry//
If u dont kno who i am dawg-then u've hardly-heard//
Go ahead and spit sumthin, i'll rip apart-ya-verse//
DOn't fuck w/ master-of-bladez, or get stabbed-in-the-brain//
Fuck spitin flames, I spit Acid-that-reins//
Before i even start to rip, i gotta put you together cos every1 tore you to bits//
cos this battle is like a porno movie wit no plot, no-one gives a fuck about ya script//