X Ecution ready to set it as I steadily wreck shit/
There is a looming smell of defeat and this so called emcee sweats it/ 1`

Your shit has got the wrong complection/
It should really be posting in the poetry section/ 2

I pound-geeks, you cant come hard wit da side effect of weed-brownies/
Of course ya punches are soft, you look like a spokesman for Downey/ 3

This battle must be exercise because your punches are a stretch/
no matter how long you stretch-it the victory is still far-fetched/ 4

my bars-edged, sharp, rip the lung and hand it to ya so u could hold ya breath/
this attack will hit ya so quick itll be classified as a sudden death/ 5

Just like how people do to cars, I’m about to key ya verse/
I’m like an MC antivirus getting rid of this verbal epidemic curse/ 6

I’mma cut off ur foot cuz u just got de"feet"Ied/
Permanently put u in a wheelchair becuse u just got seated/ 7

I’m about to verbally murder u wit a lyrical script so Check~Dis/
That means one less human in the population census/ 8

You never even kicked a verse...and now you wanna make ma undefeted streak final/
I'll sever ur Backbone from ur skull and skip rope style, spinal/ 9

makin' you "Burst-N-Hurl", you couldn't land a punch if ya "Mic-Was-Fists"/
I'm all over you like "Dykes-With-Chicks", you couldn't come ill "Bitin'-Dicks"/ 10

Every once in a while I gotta skip the punches and just serve ya/
You ain't a rapper, you belong at "Burger King" "flippin' burgers"/ 11