I’m all up in this to win like I was “all up in it”
Got so many different styles, as if I was “Schizophrenic”
I know this battle ground, so “skip tha limerick”
I’ll “stick you up” with nothin’ but a “Staple Gun”
Pound ya-in-ta fluid, like syrup, if you was a doughnut ya’d be a “Maple One”
Ya can’t do anything so ya father abandoned ya, he wanted a “Capable Son”
My rhymes aint escapable, so why Run?
Stay and face the music like it was all up “under ya noes”
Don’t fuck up this time, don’t “blunder ya flows”
Don’t make a mistake or I’ll put “you up to dry”
Hangin’ on a clothes line, Hmm..”I wonder why!?”
Cuz you all drippin’ with sweat when you up against this “Number One Guy”
I’ll take you apart even if I have to use “Racist Propaganda”
The worst of the worst, ya “faceless, I can’t stand-ya”
You've surpassed my "deserts" I’m surprised you even "existed"
I'll "defeat" this "weakling” so he'll believe I "one"(won) like "monotheistics