i'm sicker then flu, i'm as cold as death, throwin Ice-Sickles at you/
Battling 'lyrical-a', Whoa,'SHADOW GOD' have you been thinkin this through?/
you need to wait up, be like jockeys and hold your horses/
cuz you don't wanna take me like college summer courses/
beef? i'll bury the hatchet only after i've buried your casket/
don't tell me no tales cuz i don't believe in fairies, you bastard/
my rhymin tools emerges as a reason why fools get nurses/
wanna go to college? no need when i school you with verses
like priests in churches no doubt, you'll leave in hearses/
your intentions on winning is wack, so i guess that defeats the purpose/
no way you can reverse this, you're probably thinkin your sly as hell/
you the only dude on this board hittin on me, so i guess you're bi yourself/
i'm the reason for your dying health, cut you up with razor blades/
speaking of which, you could clothe hobos with fur after you shaved your face/
motha fucka, you don't have any talents, my punches bruisin your lip/
because of me, your life hangs in the balance and your losing your grip/
show you what doom is, this'll be a sweep, find where the broom is/
last time we battled, i beat you to death, your verse must be posthumous/
all the herbs'll listen when i'm lightin you up like i'm burnin izms/
who else would diss him? my lyrics conducive to being MC abusive/
My rhymes' instrumental to your death like Fueneral Music/