Get ready for war…as I bring gore with machetes and metaphors
I’ll sever this whore, vertically slice through his body to settle the score

Your submitted to this rap style that’s transmitted through comp fibers
I stomp liars and ‘shock’ cats as ‘spark pliers’ touch with the mic wires
Horrific with the white mask when I knife tracks like Mike Meyers

I'm topping this banks hoe.. bullets covered in coke; dropping this dope round
There's no stopping this war now; this kid's about as live as a 'ghost town'

I’ll squash you like lard, smash your face when my punches split right through ur guard
Leaving this rook-scarred…kid is staring at rocks, thinking that he looks hard

You’re prone to have your back blown, smack your wack tone single handedly
Watch me spark-these-cats and smash-knee-caps while ya sing your melody

My mic is loud and lethal, you’re off point like a shattered needle
Plus your mind frame is too feeble the beatings persist in the sequel

This battle’s like a ‘perfect division’ cause in the end you ‘wont remain’
The pro just came, your flow is lame, damage is something I don’t sustain

Scientifically I combust brains…with rust chains I swing and bust veins
I must claim a trust fame walking through dust plains as I cuss names

I just reign(rain) with no sunny days, starting raids with my cunning ways
I'll leave this dummy blazed n his tummy grazed as I slice with running blades

If this was ‘Christmas’ you still couldn’t ‘rap(wrap) gifted
I get the axe lifted, strike hard enough to leave your back twisted
....Smash hard fisted, my superior flows would have your tracks drifted....blah