Yo, i'll hang you on a pole and play you off as a scare crow/
put a whole in your chest so it'll whistle when air blows/
you better run like the gingerbred man, your about ta get baked/
i'll slap the shit out this disgrace, go battle other 13 year olds,
just get up out of this place/ rhyme pays, but your not about to get paid/
you couldn't sell a record if it came with a sac of weed/
it's sad to see, your lyrics are simply blasphamy/
tragically i have to put you to rest/
lay you flat on your back and put my foot on your chest/
coz even if yo ass couldn't hear, you still wouldn't be "def" (deaf)/