I Battle this bitch until he feels the pain
Teave dead n bloody in a gutter with no remains
In this ring I leave all fake ass rappers shook
Spittin dizzy rhymes when I hit you with a right hook
You might be the Rappin' Master but this is my Demention
Tear out your soul when I battle this bastard that's my intention
Is your father still a crack addict? Or is his ass still in rehab?
Does he know his sons a faggot, and sucks on nut sacks like a T-Bag
My Hardcore Rhymes Are Liquified To Lyrically Enhance Your Mind
Can't Deny My Lines n Rhymes I Tried So Many Times
To Diss This Bitch An Bring You Bliss I Can Do It An Be Kind
I Wouldn't Take That, Your Were Fine When First You Started
It's a Pitty How Shitty You Sound Now That You Are Retarded
I critise your every rhyme spittin shit should be a crime
You erased from this world you never existed, Fuck your rhymes, mine are explicit