I'm The Illest Lyricist Always Subsistin' With 'Spontaneous-Raps'//
Hittin' You Down Till You Drop With 'Simultaneous-Slaps'//
Your Totally 'Whack' To Plan A Battle 'Attack'//
I'll 'Turn' Your Head 180 Degrees So You Can Watch Your Own 'Back'//
I'm A 'Multi-Metaphoric-Rapper' And I'm Gonna Leave A 'Num-Eral' At Your 'Fun-Eral'//
So People Know That I Was The One Finished 'You'//
MuthaFucka You Cudn't Spit Even If You 'Drank' All The Piss From The 'Loo'//
A Good Match Between Me & CyKoshYne? By That Mirage I'm 'Appalled'//
CyKoshYne Could Stand 'Next To Me' With A 'Cellphone' And It Still Wouldn't Be A 'Close-Call'//
I'll 'Chop You Up' Like A Helicopter Blade With A Million Horse-Power 'Propellor'//
CyKoshYne Is A Cross-Dressing Transvestite Without A Cock Who Trys To Maturbate In A Jail 'Cellar'//
Take A Switch blade And Hit CyKoshYne In The Head Then I'll 'Gash' His 'Adam's-Apple'//
Use A 'Grinder' To Make A Liquid..Then Send It As A New 'Flavor-To-Snapple'//
CyKoshYne..You Dont Know Nothin' About 'Street-Talk'..You Bringin' Nuthin' But A Idiodic Fable'//
Plus You Ain't Neva 'Packin Metal'..Like The 'Left Side' Of 'Periodic Table'//
You Cudn't 'Bounce' Like A 'Kangaroo' Even If You Had Springs On 'Your-Feet'//
Seize You Upside Down And Bang Your Head On The 'Ground' And 'Bore-The-Concrete'//
You Tryna 'Draw' As I'm Beatin' Your 'Jaw' So You Can't 'Breathe'//
Cudn't 'Stab' Me Even If You Had The Chance To 'Sheathe'//
Your Mommas So Old I Told Her To Act Her Age And 'She-Died'//
I'm A Emcee That Will 'Collide' And Neva 'Subside' Hittin' You With A Diss That Will
'Hurt-Your-Pride'//
I'll Run Up On Your Stage And Cock Back My 'Double-Guage'//
Smack You Round The Head Then Post Your Ass Back To A More 'Pre-Historic Age'//
You Couldn't Be A Ill Emcee If You Had Chicken Pox Bleneded With The 'Measles'//
Stab You 'Back To Front' Like An All-Knowing 'Weasel'//
I Won't Quit Holdin' You Down Cuz It's Funny When You Throw A 'Fit' Worse
Than Huckelly Berry Finn When His Wrists Are 'Slit'//
Time To Displace Your Life And Interlace Your 'Spine'//
Every Bar That You Spit Is Shorter Than A 'Cocaine-Line'//
Steppin To A Menace..I Spit Words That'll Give You 'Scars'//
I'll Be 'Punchin Passwords' And You Only Seein' 'Stars'//
People Sayin' Your The 'Worst'..So You Robbin' Pennys From Grandmas Little 'Purse'//
After I've 'Smashed' You With My Rhymes You Won't Be Able To 'DisBurse'//
I Can't Understand The Shit That Comes From Outta Your 'Mouth'//
Listenin' To It Is Like Smokin'..Its Bad For Your 'Health'//