I made you like can food i left your ingredients on the bacc//
no one would buy jus cause ya whole appearence is wacc//
im used to eatin MCs like a bad habbit//
like gay pimps im constantly smaccin this faggit//
ur rhymes are anoying like waking up to alarm clocks//
im laughin while watching u lose to my writers block//

you cant win u couldnt beat paralyzed people in a race//
ur a weakling youll have ur body parts tied like lace//
ill kick ur spine n jump on ur bacc like a trampeline//
each bar that im spittin im sh!tin on ur self esteem//
im repeatedly kick this cat like field goals//
the way im rippin this cat apart makes the rodney king beating seem legal//

wen u try to shine the light gets bounced bacc like light reflectors//
hell be leavin this battle wit more cuts then angry directors//
slap this bitch in his bacc so it aint easy to start frontin//
testin me is like playin wit a remote u pushin my buttons//
dirt is a factor for wen u die cuz ull be in some//
if dicks were taxes jjs mouth would be a big source of in-cum//!

im hurtin ur feelins but it aint worse then the pain u physically feeling//
cuz ur gettin kicked in the head from 3 angles while kneeling//


i beat this nigga to death n beat him to life put him in a box n seal it//
my swords are power ill stab the box so u can feel it//...

writers block is a bitch