Call me doctor Kron/ one and only lyrical surgeon,
I'll operate and diagnose you to be a H.O.S emergin (Hall of shamer),
Ya measures ain't workin/ might as well pack in and quit,
Dunno what drastik means but I bet young boys don't benefit,
No one's cares when you die/ we'll sing songs and rejoice,
I wanted to battle BANG/ accepting ya challenge was second choice, (see "Time to go out with a Bang... bang")
Burn you to fuck ,leave ya madevolls and externals charred,
You want beef? Then start, we'll make ya home the graveyard,
God's creation of you was a fuckin quirk that went too far,
Coz your chaces of merkin Demon are about as empty as your avatar.