u like trick-or-treaters, u keep getti boo'ed/(like ghosts)
y u even battle me, ur just gonna lose/
when i spit this demented shit, u aint even safe in prison bitch/
when i spit this lyrical wickedness/u disappear like somebody on a business trip/and u whishin this/beatin will soon b done/
trust me its almost over, cuz i've already won/