this boy need to calm down, your facin a lyrical murder/
I got more strengh in me to put u down by my little finger/
if i switch to my other finger, 3 times i'll show u the middle finger/
thats pointed at you, to represent my hate/
i'll paint a picture of what you'll be like shot dead/
20-lines-of-shit, makein my lines hit-twice-as-hard/
your nothing-special, just something god made by-mistake/
im gonna put you in a coffin, and higher you a new undertaker/
i'll leave you down for restin, dig your grave up with rotten peices/
with all kinds of deseases, use the body parts for your mummas feeding/
the lyrics are made for mental illness, you'll find yourself sayin things dislexic/
im an energy resource like eminem , fireing firearms as big as giant-fire-bombs/
shoot you like computerized missiles, leadin in your direction for the blast/
stop with the corny rhymeing, im like a ticking bomb u run outta time/
shove the miniture penis, miss leaded it in a wrong ageneders place/
the A-hole thats in your dads-hole, makin it bleed from the rectum/
my rhyming is so ill, it'll make you take pills and kill like brutal violence/
your rhyming so shit, you tried to make a mix tape and got banned/
take my rapping to sleep on, givin you the worst nightmare ever/