put the gun to ur head now, pull it plow
battle me how your strucken in my lyrics like wow//
i can get frantic and make your words sink like the titantic//
put the mic in my palm ill explode on it like napalm//
that wasnt nice to say what you said bout my mum
sounds like a dumb bum forgot to use a condomn
cuz he musta cumed up in ur mum after they shared a bottle of rum
and 9 months later you were what had become//
your rhymes is like chanting rant no bigger than an ant
n if you was a plant i'd rip you out the ground
like im rippen your vocals out your throat so ur unable to make a sound//
if you go rapping around town people gon look at you like a clown
the only reconition you gon get is a frown//
who knew you'd yourself tell that your rhymes come from hell
the devil no longer wants to be bad
he'll be glad jus as soon as you lose your notepad//
i tried to keep the lines around fifteen
and my lyrics somewhat clean but its jus routine
that when im done wit an emcee hes askin for morphine