I'll rip your sith to shreds

like paper to a paper shreder or a rizer to butter

you ain't got the cheddar to silence me

it will take more the little bush army to defeat me

you don't have the artillery to stop me

this is like a old weastern movie

excepted you duel with handgun well i duel with uzi

this is to easy for a hitman like me

but it a done deal your fate is sealed heres a mill spend it well cause tomorrow your going to hell

i guess you raps felled yah you rhyme couldn't help yah

all your raps are wrong you probably fuck Elten John and wear pantes and thongs

your words aren't strong to hold there own its shown in the way you spite

you can't hold your own in this rap shit

so just call it quites don't even open you mouth to spit

go find some other shit that fits cause raps not your shit

git off stage before i make you look like a bitch

you only think your a crook but your just a rook

i got you shooked just open your eyes and look your already die your body floating down the brook

everone you can look and see that this is no contested for me it to easy

i know your wishing you can beat me but it just not happening raping is just not what you should be doing

Now try and prove to these real raps on the speaker that you can beat the mighty rap reaper