Bitch, im serious and psychologically delirious/
leave you subject to infections like eatin bitches on their period//

Look,

Picture your moms at ur funeral thatz a closed casket/
2 days later, i Fed-Ex your remains in a clothes basket/
rotten and infested by a congregation of maggots/
open ur mental with cookin' utensils, cuz thatz what we do to faggots/
your rhymes resemble ur grandma's tits 'cause they over-used, droopin' and saggin"/
How da fuck were you conceived? ur moms must've licked the semen from the napkin/
Bitch!
The Lyncher come to distribute continuous lyrical pain/
superior lyrical verses deteriorate your skull, look like Godzilla stepped on ur brains/
im insane/ consume my supper while watchin' ur plasma drain/
envision your head and shoulders seperated by a window pane//

I was lyricsizing while you was spinnin' bottles and playin footsy/
1 chick in your whole clique but all you niggas pussy/
5 dicks and a pretty tushy// (LaLa) i know she aint fuck 'em all/
so who's the Fowl Mouf and who's the ODD BALL?//
Get it? dont fuck wit it/
you lyrical unintelligent, couldnt bust a egg with an iron skillet/
Ill make u swallow gasoline and send a lit match to go and get it/
you must've left your lyrics in the same spot u shitted/

Ultmate verbal terminology burns this bitch in the third degree/
Bitch if you were born with 10 dicks you still couldnt fuck with me/
this coward's yellow like urine residue on toilet seats/
Dusty Blunted get smoked with superior lyrical heat/
This bitch lost the battle with his penis when he tried to beat his meat//