All Ya'll Kids gonna Mention This, I Blow "BoStoN" Like a Lyrical Terrorist
Clever Shit that Severes Kids Best Ever Textual Scripts
I Bring a Tight Game , repelling armour then attacking with Bright Flames
I Aint a *Selling Farmer* but ya'll gonna be leaving with * My-Grains*
You couldnt * keep me in cheque(check) if u was my motherfuckin *Bank Book*
Punch in ur fuckin skull till ur head bleeds, theres no way to make the lead freeze
Ur rhymes like *Breakfast*, cos your about to watch them "Shred-Ease" (shreddies)
BostonLyricist are frightened to shine, never bringing the tighest of rhymes
Then u challenge me? ur like *Coma Patients* cos u put ur *Life on the Line*
I'll tie ur *Throat*, leave it compounded with *Rope*, shit im doubting ur *Dope*
Your rhymes are *Imperial* cos ur mom washed ur *Mouth out with Soap* (imperial leather soap)
The Best at Texting , The Kind u should Never Mess With
I'll kill u, and being *Turned on by Dreams* is only way you'll get "Rest-Erected" (resurrected)
Your scripts are known for prone blunders, Containing no thunder
And the only *Real line u Dropped* was ur *Gay chat phone Number*
I'll leave u to Burn in ur Tomb , I'll rape ur sisters, let my "Nutz" burst in their wombs
Then *Spill their fuckin "Guts" and maybe then even the "Germans Approve" (gut = good in german)