Rippin' you like Kleenex while I'm wipin' my ass with ya bodily tissues
Eatin' ya sweet-ass like desserts til there's nothin left for me to reuse
Havin' the cops at my door due to the calls of your constant abuse
Makin' you burn ya' rhymes and killin' you for your lyrical misuse
Since I have to, I'll bury you next to your family and friends
Then take you out ya' coffin' just to be able to murder you again
If you think you can win, you need to put down the hallucinagen
'Cause you've been pinned, so just learn how to lose at the end
Kid comin' to this battle half assed like houses with no garages
Facin' this weak cat who's punches don't hurt, they feel like massages
When you're battlin' me, don't expect punches, expect infinite barages
He must be in an Egptian desert, beatin' me is you seein' marages
So just admit, ya' rhymes are Decayed and you need to-quit
You'd be okay if you cheated and it was my rhymes that you-bit
You never get to me, like I'm cereal and you're the Trix-rabbit
So don't use your Instinct or losin' may just become a fixed-habit

.::BattleZ::.