Let's go.

Wanna boost your rep off me? Keep dreamin-and-hopin.
They call me Can o’ Wormz, cuz you don’t wanna see-me-"get-open."
So now Osiruz finds us eye to eye. I might-just
Drive a knife point right straight through your iris.
Kid, you don’t even know what hectic-is,
Or how to “stay off the hook” like anorexic-fish.
You’re just domestic-shit. You can’t compete-with-Wormz.
"I’ll hit you with the heat" till your damn urethra-burns.
You need to be-concerned. You’re like an amputee-gambler:
“Losing hands down” against Can’s-unique-stamina.
I slam-you-weak-amateurs against walls-for-chuckles.
And bring you the pain like exposed balls-to-knuckles.