We can battle to see if you’re the sickest/
With psychic gifts, I envision you delivered to a Mortician//
I inject poisonous venom through a million incisions/
Biting into Split Vision like a reptilian lizard//
I’ll Break your back and bend it, back into position/
Jabs aimed straight at your cranium, crack it and leave indents//
Engrave my emblem, in the middle of your chest with a pencil/
I’m Mentally visceral, champion of these little games you play and get into//
Every day I pray in the center of a satanic symbol/
Surrounded by candles, incense, and six pentagram symbols//
I’ll injure you physically and mentally rid you/
Of your individual spirit and eventually kill you//
NARCOLEPTIC ninja with a habit of Demonic rituals/
Official, killer with sharp instruments to slit your tissues/
Wit the skill of ninjitsu, I hit you with spinning kicks like a ginsu/
Quickly, before you die make some sort of submissive signal//
Your chances are dismal, prepare to get posterized/
You’ll be forever lost in the blackness you see when you close your eyes//
When my “body is dead” that’s the only way you’ll be “over Mine”/ (over my dead body)
Dorks like you demoralize the art of rap with your really horrible rhymes//
I’m Irate, I race into your residence/
The Nemesis that erases your existence with no retraceable evidence//
Aimless, but most arrogant/
I carry various dangerous weapons, and spray lame emcee repellent//
Your style is ancient as carbon dated relics,
With your pre-historic lines written in the oldest form of Celtic//
Step into my domain and get your flesh melted/
By Hellfire that burns at a million degrees Kelvin//
I’ll Weld a metal sick, with it, I crack your helmet/
Then film myself Stab you in the pelvis with a black felt-tip//
Write my rhymes on the cartilage of your skeleton/
And refill my ink cartridge with yellow bone marrow gelatin//
I tell elegant raps, hella voracious attacks/
I lynch Split Visions like white racists did blacks//
I’ll have you Hanging from a rope attached to branch/
Set Aflame, Disdainfully dangling forward and back//
I’m a cannibalistic, carnivorous, ravenous rap catalyst/
Laughin ‘cause aint that the same rhyme you lost your last battle with???//
When you see the sword unlashed, then you’ll know I mean business/
Now look him split in two pieces, now he is really “Split Visions”//
All those silly punchlines and similes get you killed the quickest/
How do you think you have skill if you bit your lyrics from bitches?//
Your one of 20,000 emcees here all writing the SAME STYLE/
I came from DIFFERENT battle board but I’m still battling the SAME GUY//
You’re the first of my victims all standing in a straight line/
As I count my victories, they take turns laying in the grave to die//
I was raised in a basement, chains hang from my skin like Hellraiser/
Even now, I’m playing with the sacred box that makes Pinhead wake up//
Morbid since I was born, so I know painful ways of torture/
With the dark forces I contain, I enter portals to maim your torso//
Your blood pours slowly, when I storm like Kamikazes/
Even though you made me smile with line about Muhammad A-li//
I see, you have trained well bitch, all that practicing of Karate/
But when you felt my fist, you folded in half like Japanese Origami//
You “acting” all “hard” like a solid statue of IRV GOTTI /
But before you start a war with me, learn how to spell “PAPARAZZI!!”//



SPLIT VISION - “”I'm leaving shut down like bad dates kid/
It's inevitable You cant stop me/
I'll leave you "seeing more stars" than the average "poparatzi"/””