you eat Dick like Jared does to subway select sandwiches/
If skill was money, ya wouldn’t have penies nevermind riches/

let me unleash the "poision" of ma "rath"/
let the disease seep in like you taken a "venomious" bath/

like a "librarian" your "hooked-on-books"/
so we can "read" ya pussy "discription" just by ya "looks"/

i aint leaven you with any remorse or sympathy/
havin ya "muscles" "collapse" like you suffern from "muscular distrophy"/

ma rhymes hit ya cornea so ya eye gon' curve/
you'll think you in the hall of mirrors seein me? with a broken optic nerve/

ma lyrics are "dangerous", damn near "fatal"/
ma opinion of "critical condition" is seeion a "flat line"...stable/

ill leave you dazed like ya "mind-was-shook"/
man im "ownen" you like a "pawn taken a rook"/

I have a slight "infatuation" with "wack MC decapitation"/
Which means your next thought equals your last revelation/

Without reservation I'm gonna come clean and ask "why bother?"/
You couldn't draw a crowd if you opened for Harry Potter/

I "surprise mankind" and knock the "planet" "off-its-axis"/
You are-to-rap, what the midget-on-Passions-is-to-acting!!/

I think its that "time of season" for "rhyme & reason"/
This bitch is "allergic to skill", so now we all know why he's "sneezin'"/

You tryin' to please the "masses" with "thin" amounts of talent/
I'd ask you to a "battle of the wits" but you can't "grasp" the "challenge"!/

Every now and then I send cats straight to hell by breakin' ther shell/
Yeah, i do it to all "losers" whose careers are in the shape-of-an-"L"/