ayo, im lyrically equipped to merk you in this battle/
im throwin bars like they we're spears, like third world countries killin cattle//

im using masochistic tactics, to scar your exterior with an axe/
its the only way you gon' understand, the fundamental facts//

Your lyrics get drained, jus like colonic irrigation/
washed up piece of shit, dont belong, like your placement// (on this earth)

my bars haunt your dreams, like freddie kruger, dont hate-them/
if you do you bes' run, and find a safe-haven, with gay-men//

i see you throwin them punches, but none of them-hit/
cos you be throwin them crooked, with a spic-fist//

5-0 K.O. is the inevitable turn-out/
i spit fire profusely, up in flames, you get burnt-out//

your simple scripts illiterate, similar to a dyslexic fat spic/
you got no chance in this battle, like the fat spic, tryna do backflips//

you jus tryin to make it, but you an engineered clone, so you fake-it/
like Pinocchio tryna be human , you never gon’ make it, bitch face-it//

...Peace

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Ayo, This is the mighty nutcracker no doubt. Its ok for people on this level to make mistakes. It is ok that we cry and make mistakes. That is part of being a human being. You have to sacrifice for the best and the best is yet to come. So to anyone that doubted me..... im jus sayin, Fuck You. (GroupHome Song Intro)