I'll pick out yo organs usin an pitch fork like labotomy my punches hittin yo *nerve* befor i serve u the main dish ur gettin *hors d'oeuvre*//(appetizer)
like i cutt of yo phone cord yo punches wont connect throw an punch in my ribcage it wont have any effect try to touch an ghost yo punch will mis-direct//

"OK" u made "death cry in pain" the only way u could've done that if you told them to bend ova in an butt fuckin position//(fuck guys in the ass)
my punches got u in an submission u can tap out(quit) you wont get sign and yo wack verse wont even be reconize by the talents scouts//


mayne u wack u acted like tha phonix was the best person on the site you posted an "diss list" man it only yo 1st battle but now you on my death list//
puttin this kid to rest he dont deserve to live injectin lyrical poisinus into his viens havin him screamin in pain havin tears runnin down his cheeks,,,,death is yo acception u been slain//