yo....I masticate every sylable you claim to dictate/
to get you bitchin' to a mod, about how you got raped/

this battle isn't yours, I'll e-mail my face/
with detail and rage, to mean mug and disgrace/

I got a grave dug, and a stone with your name/
engraved, so deep, it's in chinese two years away/

you aint on right now, cause your a minor up in class/
I bet you can't log on,unless you talk to mom and ask/

permission, I split herbs like fission, makin' blood fizz up/
to twist, fuck, and blurr your vision/

I'll cut up the judges, and recieve a split decision/
concieve a bitch religion, and make you the beast up in it/

beliefs are eased to make-believe, shake your family tree/
mutilate the falling leaves, how long can you hang, from a limb thats deceased?/


I'm waitin' good luck