Tha best is here, I can tell your scent's near...
I'm in tha pressence of a queer, because i sense fear...
I'm amazed how you think your brow raising to tha king...
I'm unimpressed with your best,so I won't waste any ink...
This is a quick-key,so your fucked not with a stiffy...
But instantly by my witty speach, which is instinctly keyed swiftly...
Your Shits Weak,I will rip u like a migrant farm worker...
Cuz when it comes to talent,your William Hung or far worser...
Your words are mediocre at best,I'll choke ya neck, then open ya chest...
Grab ya lungs,til you get a vote, I'm holdin ya breath...
You should of known this was death, weaksauce...
Speak soft, this is a free-keyed beatin and still ur tweaks lost...
Seek god,cuz I'll leave you a holy spirit, grab your soul and spear it...
Damn your flows are def'? but you can only hear it...
Known as fearless, I'm what your only fear is, literally...
Ya whole career is hopeless like coachin' queer kids in little league...
Iam lyrically tha illest thing to hit tha scene since disease...
I'm tha nicest rhymer,and like Al Qaida, i aint feelin peace...
But when i look past this gothic bastard,& laugh in dis-gust...
As I let tha clip bust, fast lead bullets left casualties: ashes and dust...

Aight ...Aight ...Drop your verse then kid...1