Hatchets to ya dome set "Fire" to ya doom, "Flame" up this queer put him in-tomb,
So wacth-out fo the fumes, as bombs drop stay clear of clouds that Mushroom
Admit it you’re wack, or get knocked out wit my "Swell Knuckle"...bitch your rhymes go to bigger "Waist" than Mom’s "Belt-Buckle"
I'll leave you perplexed..cuz Im what they came to see
You could only spit a "Mad" verse..if you bit mine "Angrily"
Get off that dirt'...you should change your name to "Band-Aids" the way you "Get hurt"'
im in luv wit smitten U constantly, sittin for lyrical shittins
ReAL gets a rippin like murdered kittenz
ill have u lookin like ya got knife, gettin rocked in battles.
n if u manage a decent punch it still seem u was boxin shadows.
I'm da supreme judge so ima divorce ya body from ya spirit
Leavin this fag "Bleedin" for life terms like continuous "Menstrual Periods"