i'll shoot tecks at ya vest and bisect-ya-chest/
rip out ya lungs and throw em back ta u so you can catch-ya-breath/
spittin flames at ya grill,causin ya face-ta-melt/
dickhead you betta act like a orthodontist' wit fucced up teeth and brace-yaself/
snap every last one of ya bones in half,sorry i might break a joint-or-2/
when i stab you in tha eye wit tha sword...im pretty sure you'll getting mah
point-of-view/
matter fact, fucc bars,now tha hawk-iz-out-bustin/
bet slugs in ya cheek a make ya face red and i aint talkin-bout-blushin/
......... this victory is mines,and i'm not gon share-it/
because you losing is like a person wit kids...its a parent/
this just half tha onslaught and you already dying-fast/
cuz i'll put tha metal to ya face like you tha man wit tha iron-mask/