its unincourgable, this massive mastiff fetish you have
shoved it in his basket, then gave reacharound a grab
i'll stab ya with sound waves have you bleedin from the ear
lyrical guns shattar ear drums, while my glare seeds fear
while you drink a beer, look at the pot belly you're formin
thought you was a fighter, now ya cookin like george forman
with the grease basket underneath, and what seeps is you
cuz you the nastiest rapper, is that a compliment? no fool.