come on bitch, how u gonna battle this grammatical cannibal
it'z understandable 2 b scared cuz i eat emcees like an animal

i'ma pop off ya top & rip u apart, just call me cannable hannibal
i spit the unimagineable & my flow is hectic, it'z unmanageable

how u gonna battle me when ur name "Raw Proof" doesn't make ne sense
u gargle & recycle ur style more then "Scope" mouthrinse

look i've already killed ur shit & i'm on my 7th line
but i'll b kind & finish this shit, spit dynamite & explode ur mind

i'm glad ur sig doesn't say lyrically blessed, but 2 me it'z obvious that ur mentally messed
ur no contest, & ur about 2 get fucked this i must confess

but not by me cuz i'm an "Atheist" & i need no reconciliation
i'd make u get raped by a priest just 2 give u sum inspiration

cuz basically ur boring as hell & u've done nothin' worth knowing
u even driving me crazy, wit ya going nowhere an nothin' worth showing

looks like i tore u apart, limb from limb, ya lyrical ability is all ova the floor
ya flow is in the cupboard, wordplay in the back & ya punches still left in the door