I ain’t no hand grenade more like a time bomb, blowing up on ur ass like a diffusion gone wrong/
Like Bruce Lee I have invented my own style of battle, imma tear u apart leaving remains like the US space shuttle/
A bat to ur head is like my fist smashing this thread, go back home and give ur lonely mum some head/
Turning ur eye-lids inside-out and rippin them off, pourin acid into ur eyes as if in the middle of a terrorist plot/
On the internet u check out ur hot-male, my lyrics obtain a grade A and urs get a fail/
My rhymes are fucked up beyond all recognition, imma take ur ears and rip them off so u better listen/
Like Master P u eat, sleep and rap a pile of shit, my lyrics send waves of pleasure giving bitches throbbing clits/
Launchin a strike of biological nerve gas, imma eat through u slowly so u can’t counteract/
Crushing ur jaw-bone so u can’t drop another verse, sendin u and ur lyrics to a cemetery in a hearse/
Like a naked flame u set me alight cos of my flammability, like a bulldozer I’ll snap ur spine and paralyse u literally/
Im an earthquake off the chart on the richter scale, in my book I destroy u cos im the predator and ur the snail/
Plunging u into the depths of hell cos my lyrics are scorching, like a rapist i thrive off beating helpless bitches like u unrelentingly/
Slitting ur throat to leave a scene so dramatic, this battle is gonna be over quicker than Einstein learning mathematics/