(clears throat) aight InFumuz in dis bitch

All rise for the honorable MC…that hot ass nigga they call A2Z/ 1
Docket number f-a-g—charged with rhyme skill of the lowest degree/ 2
Members of the jury… how do you find?/ 3
“We find that this weak ass bitch is a disgrace to all mankind”/4
I sentence you to a word whipping administered by the Z-man/ 5
After that, you will be handled by the Klu klux Klan/ 6

Now its time for the real beating to begin/ 7
The kinda of beating that leaves your cash to your next of kin/ 8
The kinda beating that will fucking shred ya clothes/ 9
The kind that throws in the dirt and proceeds to SNUB ya NOSE/ 10
My verbal punches will spin 380 you degrees/ 11
Then I’ll pull a hike and fucking charge you like Drew Brees/ 12
KO me?..ha beat me? You aint got a chance/ 13
I’ll send you to the coliseum… engulf you ROME-ANCE/ 14
Oh.. was that too fast here let me slow it doooooooooown(warp)/ 15
I’m bout to pull a Mortal Combat and “finish off” you, clown!/ 16
Cuz I’m a lyrical “ripper” by niggas call me “Jack”/ 17
You think ur fly? You bout as high as a fat dudes ass crack/ 18
You better run, you betta hide, you might wanna try Iraq/ 19
Cuz nigga, InFumUz just strung you up by your shriveled sack/ 20