me and this dude hea dont mix like flao and lukewarm water//
ill lyrically murder ya whack ass, kill ya whole family and ductape ya infant daughter//
im rapbattles sargent slaughter, they call me up to end all conspiracies//
so in the future all evidence of this nigga becomes anotha page in the book of history//
conspiracy, you couldnt bring fire if you was a match soaked wit gas, cookin in the heat//
and you would neva blow up, even if you was strapped wit a bomb and a neptunes beat//
my verbal blows, eliminate all of those, who testin me//
if ya brought ya whole crew to a battle, id kill each one of yall seperately//
cause when i cock back the choppa, i become anotha evil, and spray deliriously//
hit me back wit ya whack rhymes, you aint got time to become a masta mind//
if i was a child in a rocka, you couldnt steal my candy, nope, you wont take mine//
is you blind to the facts? or is you just a hard headed type ah dude//
85% of what you spit is fake, 110% of what i spit is true//
down south im the outscene rhyme kicka wit no parental sticka//
if i was diagnosed with tha sars disease, you wouldnt be sicka//
and you couldnt be bucka than me if you was drunk off a whole fifth ah liqua//
dont let this 4-1 record fool ya, im invinsible nigga................//