this nigga must b on his monthly cuz he bitchin,
dont test me bitch cuz my trigger finger itchin/

ima make sure u feel my(makes a spittin sound)spit,
im feelin dis ima bout 2 kill dis shit/

write,crimes,from my minds eye,soundin like devil warshipper's when i rhyme,n when i recite,
rituals like da feeding of christ,servin mc's as lamb'b 4 my sacrifice,n make u take ur defeat
wit a grain of rice,my lyrics like da wigi board callin spirits from out yo music device/

i got ur spit chokin for life,n my dicks chokin yo wife/

lethal lunatic good name cuz u must b crazy thinkin one of ur lines,could even share da same
space of 1 of mine,flow so powerful they turn back da hands of time,nigga screamin he wanna
b a millionare quick sum1 get this cat a life line,ur lines hurtin dawg here bite mine/

this niggaz bitch even his write-rs block,get it writers block,
when he throw's his pad in da fire da only time his rhymes r hot/

"Spittin Ill Cuz I'm Diseased And Infected",wit herpes but i he never 2 mentioned,
shit its aids i stand corrected,nigga stays soft like dick dat neva erected/

im blowin up his spots like explodin dalmations,dis nigga sends shots? yet da only thing
he sendin is carnations,his lyrics r dead sum help'em pray 4 theyre reincarnation/

the pens in his pockets da only things he carrying sharp,cryin like da tin man sayin if only
i had a heart,time u meet yo mark,while i eat dis battle n punch ya lines apart/