i'ma bout to send anotha fucka to the slaughta/
with words that'll shred right through you/
your a cattle bout to be sacrificed before the new world order/
i'm lyrically blessed on the mic/
you a wannabe MC but you cant even rhyme/
you used to taking the walk of shame/
your dreams have been smashed/
aint no way you can make it in this game/
gunfamgeneral is the general of gay porn/
your flow is weaker then that of sean combs/
go take your shots at dagreatest/
couldnt penetrate my chest/
and i aint even wearing a bulletproof vest/
you a nigga that dont like pussy/
cant get that shit so you prefere riding ponies/
your family better get used to seeing a dead bodies/
and better change their names for their safety/
cos after i'm done with you/
aint no one be left to give a testimony/
i crumble regular MC's like crumbling match sticks/
on the mic/
you dont stand a chance you'll get your ass kicked/
with something like a machete/
i write rhymes to kill/
aint no way you can beat me/
with this rhyme i'm schooling you in the art of self defence/
you gonna need my advice with every chance you get/
you cant even read or write/
nigga you need to learn the alphabet/
so in every match you get/
nigga you better walk away/
otherwise your mama gotta get used to saying "My son died today"