u call urself a 'war lord' but i'm 'ruling this battle'/
'encircled' by my words i'll 'round' u up like cattle/
slaughtered and skinned i'll send u back to camp 'raw', pin 'fgee's bitch' on your back and watch as u 'hide', shook to ya core/
cos like 'earthquakes' detected by scientists you've just been 'rumbled', i'll call you 'Monster' cos your 'cookies' just crumbled/
taking me on was far from a master-'stroke', like toddlers trying to 'swim' ur out of ya depth, on my words u'll choke/
u no doubt think ur hot shit but i've got 'news', how u gonna make the 'head-lines' after u lose and i 'decapitate' u bluntly using 22's?/
saladin must be a gay 'butcher' cos he offers to 'pound meats'
and he's gettin more ass than public toilet seats/ha ha
i thought george michael was bad but u weren't lying when u said fuk the police/
u must an eco-friendly biker the amount of scripts u recycle/
i'll reduce your stats to critical cos anyone can spit a recital/
u get your 'words mixed' up like idiots playin a scrabble game, the closest u came to 'fluency' was typing 'liquid' next to ya name/
there wont be any cries of 'i'll be back' with rhymes not rated, cos any potential for a record contract just got 'terminated', just peeped ur verse and i feel sedated...........













and u thought u were a winner by wearing Champion clothes