*Explosion* Let's go muhfucka....

This lame~ho wanna taste the rain~bow, so I tied a tye dye shirt around elbow/
Puttin Skittlez to sleep~slow, givin him more Z's than a narcoleptic Zorro/
You got prostetic arms bro, ya punches are plastic, and it's leadin you to get bagged~quick/
Faggot, who wants to resemble chewables? Me puttin gats to ya temple is very do~able/
I'm bruisin~you, choosin~you, I got the heathen barely breathin, and the doctor losin~you/
Who~is~you? Ya fetus shoulda been trashed by creator, so Imma kill you in the past like Terminator/
Sooner~or~later, you laid in the earth's crust, we wastin thread on you, please reimburse us/

{finisher}
Ya plans are foiled, ya blood is boiled, this battle doesn't make since like a war for oil!//