Come one and come all, said I'm callin all rimmed out cars Ballin&Scriptin is about to brawl and PanamaRed is about to fall

Under my spell, my magic, you little jest, don't even think you'll win of the luck of the draw, bout to deal wit you once and for all

Cuz I'm ill, pure skills, on point like cactus quills, while yo shit is duller then the blade with which yous bout to get killed, the fact that ur an emcee needs to be on the L

Cuz you a discrace, yo tears is fallen, face is wet, wetter than the pussy you mom let me cut, and I'm sorry to tell you but you not her runt

Cuz her shit was way to tight for a chillin, so she's been lyin, yo momma's probably on some corner bonin, which means ya'll somethin in common, ya'll both on you kness just moaning

You pig, stop squealin, screamin, stop fukin dreamin, you could never beat me even if I was I mute that was signing, If this is all ur good at ur a waste of semen

Now my words travel though this internet and beat at you chest, watch yo heart fall out so you bleed to death, and sit and laugh as fear consumes the rest

Now if you really think yo fake wanksta ass is ready come wit it, with erthing I cummed in yo mouth you should be able to spit it, unless you like you momma and just ate it.

Now don’t take to long I like it quick, and don’t you dare choke on this dik, don’t be like B-rabbit on just stand and sweat, you got one hour to spit

This massacre has been brought to you by lyrical intensions, building a dynasty that will forever by livin, fuk wit us and you'll never again be mentiond.


aight, I gotta go, I'll be back later, and I was serious about the one hour, don't take to long. peace out