TRAVIS is too large to handle- call him the microphone vandal//
i rip Stallone and step into the jungle to kill Rambo//
your styles so phony DIREKT and im the fuckin copyright//
i get more wild than dedicated fans on hockey nights or during a Rocky fight//
u cant touch me i got all sorts of sources to use to seal//
try to breakthru barriers, barracks, barracades and my verbalforce fields//
im eat u like a 4 course meal from a beginner to a veteran/
i count on takin this thing in other words i plan to win//
You tried to shoot TRAV but your gat was not enabled//
And now ima leave DIREKT THREATS body mangled from his ankles to his facial//
The only toast you can relate to are slices-of-bread//
Learn a lesson from this niceness-instead fucker, if i see you bite-this-you're-dead//
Homothuggin' mothafuckah, I flip yo ass, berserk-for-a-cause//
I seen ya last battle, son, you been workin'-ya-jaws//
Youll never be ill in laimens terms You are a dreaming faker//
THREATS a bitch caught red handed like demonic finger painters//
DIREKT U Like knocking over PO Boxes uve had so many male crushes//
and ya verses sucked and ya still more ConSeated then jail buses//
watch as your lines get pushed back as if you were losin ya hair//
this wac kat Couldnt have the crowd standin with an encore of musical chairs/