aite lets get one thing straight, villain
u cant battle me cuz ima use my lyrical weight to be killin
you dont deserve to battle me cuz u aint no MC
for u to do that is like enterin a bike in a indy racin grand prix
ill cut u up and make yer blood squirt like a sprinkler
put u in my mouth, chew u up, and shit u out my sphincter
my words r so cool like the fonz, henry winkler
u wanna call yer self da lyrical, villain
well ill turn u into a ghost, spiritual, by drowin u in penicillin
youl probly come back with some shity diss on my name
well Ill laugh while im killin yer bitch and then take tha blame
cuz im like a wild tiger in the jungle, that u just cant tame