Egotistically you can't beat me, cuz I never miss aim/ Statistically the king of this game, and I'm here to reclaim/
The ballistical championship, leaving Jpoll with no votes/
And a sedistical slit throat, using a verse that he already wrote/
Your not rhythmical, you can't win, I'm on a higher level/
It's mystical, your six feet beneath, and i'm the one with the shovel/
Probably mythically aged, and yet you aint even hit puberty/
Ritually waiting till u get married cuz "I have to keep my purity"/
That's what J says, yet he keeps a spare bottle beside the bed/
Only a fag jacksoff with thoughts of a man inside his head/