what you wanna do, is go and cower away//
until you get caught up in my lyrical sound display//
when i hear the sound, of your high pitched cry//
ill beat you down into the ground, waist high//
break ya back on this, lyrical attack//
your rhymes alone, are almost all wack//
and this time, you wont have the strength to run home//
ill fire a homing missile, with a tephon coat//
my destructive payload, reload the weapon//
fire in the dark, to keep you guessin//
come with those flows, and youll get shot//
your blood wont clot, your flesh will rot//
you got what you deserve, thats part of my plot//
i dare you to bite a rhyme, that is tighter//
your words are weightless, you aint a real writer//
how should i plead, in the court of law//
not quilty your honor, im fuckin raw//
ill cut you with a chinsaw, to make you withdraw//
sit back in awe, as i break your jaw//
my lyrical vows, will never supside//
when jesus walked on water, i beat him to the other side//
dunka dunk
