When i see this mother fucka, i aint attackn at dark,
My words enter his his body, tear'n his shit apart,
Leaving nothing left for him to reply, I ate his heart,
Giving him no chance to spit, or even to start,
After this battle and the voting takes place, get ready to cry,
Its gonna be easy to tell, that the win goes to I
In a battle somebody must die,
in this one its not Hoppa, but like always this kkk guy/