“Guess who bzack”, the one you called wack,
But now iller than ever, and ready to attack/

After this you’ll acclaim my name, after I put you to shame, showing painfully how you don’t belong to this game/

Wake up son, you shud realise ur lame, I wont lyrically kill ya just prefer to coz you pain and maim, so that you are a beaten pussy and still remember how I made tha lion in you tame/

“yooooo man” who put out the lights, oh man that’s me to blame, “what happened?”, its cool bro I just pissed out caliburs flame/

Filthy Calibur, your calibur aint filthy its just dirty,
You’ll never make it to tha top you still be spitting, n bullshitting on this when you’re thirty/

The thing that makes me laugh is you don’t realise you cant hurt me,
But it hurts to know ya moms did more than just flirt wit me/

After you gonna try sort things out and work wit me, sorry bro you below me your gonna work for me, 3 years you’ll so broke you even offer to jerk me/

ur not my homie you are a FAGGOT, your a fake ass cockloving MAGGOT, Ill ripped ya skills, actually skil..??…l I don’t think you have it/

Get used to defeat, soon it’ll be a regular bad habit, this battle is like a a fukkin wolf being taken on by a rabbit/

So you start spittin, no doubt it’ll be you bullshitting, hopefully man you realise be like ur nanna, be a bitch and stick to knitting/

So im back with perfection, destroy all those that are wack, who I identify under critical detection/

rid of you like an infection, by means of a lyrically fatal injection that comes through as sick rhythmical diction/

so if you are ready and prepared for violence, break ya silence/

but remember you aint as ill or nefarious,never be as as notorius as the victorious one they call….. Killah Kassius/