either literally or metaphorically I'll murda ya instintly/
you, the king of wack is battlin me you gotta be shittin me/
Ill-mental you want me to be gentle cuz ya a puss with issues/
you probably bein a bitch cryin sittin with a box of tissues/
hopefully you spit back so I can sit back and read your shit rap/
You need ten times the skills to touch my level but you can't do that/
you and everyone else knows the odds of you beatin me are slim to none/
If you don't battle back then you'll be labeled a bitch, wankster, and then some/
you're done, no way to defeat me I'm you worst enemy/
If we were battlin in the flesh you be to affraid to look at me/
I don't battle often but when I do I put kats in coffins and nail it shut/
i'm so ill i'm like an AIDS virus and i'll fuckin get into your tiniest cut/
I'm a demented lunatic who bashes heads off of a cemented place/
I'll whip out dick and masturbate til I ejaculate semen on ya face/
you can forget about the sperm cuz I know you love that shit/
I'll still bash ya head open you fuckin son of a bitch/
When ya leave don't look back keep movin and please don't rap/
even the people with limted brain functions will say ya shit is wack/