(hell on earth beat opens)

I'm known to make tears, break peers, n fake queers/
you wannabe romance rap, you bit off shakespeare/
A middle weight here, still i'm sendin straight fear/
so all you fakes here better change gears/
cause you a diss hiphop, and disgrace to rap/
you try to bust, but you misplace the cap/
fate gets crashed like a world trade collapse/
face the facts, i'm great ya wack, a faceless chap/
this bitch be mine, rappin wimpy lines/
usin opposites of punches called hit me rhymes/
his wins n be lyin' the meant to be 69(6-9)/
he doesn't give verb blow, opponents dicks be shined/
i'm being praised, he a hindu at a chapel/
you wouldn't know hip-hop if it bit you in the asshole/