this is tha first round to the dood that gets tha BELT
come against me ballin? what? i'ma make your poor ass MELT
you didnt wann spit second so i didnt think once about goin in REVERSE
i just thought to my self mize well bury this dood in tha HURST
my lyrics burst your are worse they should be in tha SEWER and labeled as MANURE
LURE your ass n make yo rhymes FEWER N FEWER
i'ma go head in bring this shit straight to you RAW
stab you wit ah CHAINSAW n dislocate yo JAW
this sure as hell aint gonn be no DRAW
i'ma win n unscrew your hinges,.. i'ma let this battle go to tha end it let it burn to tha WICK
i'ma be SLICK N QUICK n end this battle, i get more hand-jobs than BIC
tick tick tick tha clock is goin, listen to my words that i be THROWIN my rhymes is still GROWIN
your favorite sports are SEWIN, BOWLIN n BLOWIN (blow jobs) - [ punk bitch ]
yo rhymes are unknowin, hoin n i'm still goin...scar yo CHEST n put your punk ass body ta REST
i SUGGEST that you dont fuck wit tha MIDWEST coz i'll murder you n make you feel POSSESSED (like tha exorsist)
your the bomb and i'm tha DETINATOR (what sets off tha bomb)
i'ma whoop your ass like i'm tha TERMINATOR
you can never be as good as me, i'm hotter than tha earths EQUATOR
i go deeper to tha CORE you just tha fellowship WHORE
rip yo heart out n kick your bitch ass sack (body) to tha FLOOR