mc reaper... the michel jackson jackulater, the immertator/
your nothing but a bag full of potatoes who kators/
give-me-the-sharpest knife so i can-string ur ballz up on ur-kurtain/
he can't stop baiting.. so im gonna take you down memory lane/
grab you by the face... and lift out your head into an awkward place/
put you down in a cemetery... like havin a commentary, not careing/
this rapper going no where... its written every where, your lifes dispair/
you couldn't make a mix tape... if you were having your dick sucked/
least im writing 20 linnes that everyone likes, guess ur always got no luck/
which part of 10 lines you not get... yours don't measure not a lengh/
better duck down wid me on da case, ya dont want to get bomed in ur trench
flippin-lyrics-like-torpedoes, causing mass impact cause-your-a-pedo/
and dats indeedo, speaking italian... im like a stallion, ur nothin but a idiot/
keep reading gettin... exciteing folks, cuz my shit covers u up over exagerated
to make you feel manipulated, cause all my shit is real complicated,suffisticatd
remeber me, don't pretend something your not, cause your lyrics are locked/
put under the clock, wid a timer dat an't going tic toc, dats you choked/
so killing this weekling, is kinda fun my heads aching... ur down for undertakin/
bury you alive... wid no breath left inside/ leaving you lifeless t die in pressure
these rhymes got ya ass climbing hills, i travel through ya body like siren drills/