alphaomega ur lucks run out, this battle is gonna become a rout,
the more lines that are written,the more u contemplate about quittin spittin, and like Nas said 'it was written'
ur raps are so 'shit' even 'flies' stay away,rancid excrement comes out ur mouth without delay, from all the rim jobs u fukin gay,
u stink so badly ur used in riot operations,but in the end ur bad for international relations,ur stench can be smelt in far off constelations,and i send them my commiserations,ur mum and dad regreeting ur creation
hell im surprised Saddam hasnt recruited u, ur stench enough to penetrate gas marks and make souljas spew, killing anyone that hears ur rap a word to ya crew, doubt they wuda let u join if they knew, then again its made up of gays, they all amazed after u sucked them off makin em crazed,'hard' at it for days turnin them 'on' eyes glazed,
shit what am i sayin ur a bastard,first sight of u ur father left he wouldnt have lasted, ashamed to have a son he couldnt look at with admiration,uglier than a patient who's just had a face operation,u wear a mask afraid to show ya self in public, one look at ya real face make the most sympathetic people sick
type that gets on hollywood sets without make up, no special effects needed or time to take up, scaring children like freddie krueger,someone should shoot u wit a ruger or luger,
u shud take a leaf out of my book,my rhmyes and lyrics are off the hook,off the 'richter scale' they got rappers 'shook',i'm a human 'earthquake' rumbling underground just waitin for my material to be found,battle any punk go pound for pound, i got balls not afraid to go for a 10 round,after i'm finished with a cat they end up in a dirt mound,not to be found never emitting another sound
fukin wit fgee was a big mistake, while i'm earning respect and money ur on a gay porn set on ya second take,