i'll cut off your "left" leg so you can't get off on da "right" foot…you eat so much pussy you clean your mouth with your wife's douche//
watch how this kid get punched harder than time-cards…i'll wound your cerebellum deeply just to leave your mind-scarred//
your words are like cotton so i know that you can't rhyme-hard…D is about to get walked on more than fallen pine-straw//
imma rip out your vocal cords and leave you more fucked than da local whore…further more, your verse is like a mime because it's a social bore//
comin at me with rhymes that are so-so is a no-no…you should have pretended to be a shut down theater and been a "no-show"//


now let the voting begin