i'll cut N split ya brains N stuff it in a wee-bag
my punches hit hard, leaving ya face wraped like a A-rab
whats ya limits?, plez im easyly killing ya gimmicks
ya fathers a bitch, and u'r hes son spliting image
ya block-head i'll get drop'ed like a house made of bricks
"riping" this kid when i "step-in" with a freestyle-verse to "kick"
u could lick "6 bloody aid dicks"
N somehow still couldnt "cum-out sick" ...HA!
u cant be serious, it'll only take 2 lines befor u name me u'r idol
plus u couldnt bless a wrap if u tryed to spit a script from the bible
now bug-off fag-it or i'll really let u have-it
cuz none of ya punchlines connect like oppasit magnets

BANG-BANG-EARLY