physique is gonna get ran ova like an iron steamed over flattened pressed/
after that'll i'll be removin both of my adidas shoes, and beat you dead/
spend all ya money givin it away to out-siders, who come back and burn ur house next week/
wateva, man im gonna murder you this week, killing you with a feather/
force feed it down you like stabbing your wind pipe on the way down there/
I got the flow of god, that'll drop you dead instantly, dangleing upside-down like a swing lifted you/
im differan't to you, i mean better looking dumass, understand this/
you couldn't be seen without a theifs stocking, hideing yourself from your future wife/
fuck your life, turin it into a spiteful life, fuckin weaken your energy resorce, rippin out ya voice box/
fuckin hoe i'll burry you in the forrests, create you a new buddy a peice of timber with a smiley face on it/