mad dog dats very nobal of you to say good luck, but im battleing you dog am i suppose to give a fuck/
your an artist i wanna make fun of, kill the dog chockin with its own leash/
bitch im aggressive, i'll put you down in a twisting head lock, breakin neck in 2 till your bones poke out through/
im finemind spectaculkar, you mad dog, a fucked up bachular, gettin high off glue, snorting a hole glue stick up nostralls/
do i have to prove myself to you, fuck that, put a bullet shot in the middle of your head down/
the bullet hole splats everywhere even on ur mutha dress, who doesn't like you much anyways started beating you ova the head with her hand bag/
can't stand your stinkness, theres trails of odor, like i can see it in vision in fermal perspective/
you ever heard of lynx gravety, it gets girls and make your mini dick levetate/
mad dog you were born in da sewers, guess you are a real dog/
ugly looking, with moles the size of potatoes, bulging out on face, makein dem bigger in the mirror/
look up in your directory my names circled with this battle as my victory
you think your gonna be famous, you couldn't sell a record if you made a double album/
admit it fuck it, while this shits out in the open, i'll make this a quick death slashin opnin your neck./
opens like an freshly made sandwidch thats been stuffed and quatered/
lyrics that give you heart failure and need resusitation/
i called up two nurses to spare the resusitation/
fuckers dead gone gutted, brought away and dusted/