I'll rip off ya mouth to help me start off the apacolypse (a-pac-a-'lips')...then battle you in sign language since ya speech is anonamous// Killaz move in silence anyways, my intent is ominous...in this battle Im dominent, put ya name in the obituary to help you become prominent// Ya style Im bombin it, ya scripts Im stompin em...knocc ya rotten teeth out, make a bracelet n start flossin it// Claims everyone's feelin his style cuz homosexuals stalkin em...youre plans to win will not prevail kid, learn a lesson, Im chalkin em// learn the forecast, a thunderous metaphor blast...to ya head and thorax till ya head is tore bacc// And thorax in four craccs you poor rat...I leave you in a-maze-ment you cant hide from the sho cat// Viscious blows blind ya thought process till you turn to slow bat...then stomp ya brains out and view ya lacc of intelligence on my floor mat// Say hocus pocus, you lose ya focus like a magical spell...Roll up a dub in a swisha and leave ya wraps in a L// (lmao)