Aaight dog, here we go:



Yo, let me add this shit up like a fucking calculater,
Number One: you a servant I'm the rap dictator.
Number Two: I gave up money, now my words are my bitch
Because I'd rather see you suffer than see myself get rich.
I'm diabolic, I'm the devil himself loading my clips
Ima gun down God so he can't fight in the apocalypse.
See if I can slay the seraphim then you've got no chance,
I'll make you vomit blood and stain those white Michael Jackson pants.

And keep in mind my only weapons are my vicious words
They'll reign down terror like Hussaine on the fucking Kurds!
And you name, Methane, I figured it out so I even won't ask
It's what's released when your man takes his dick out your ass.
You fag, you're not a "thriller" but you up against a killer
at best you'll have 2 jabs, and 20 bars worth of filler
I should just knock you out for so long, pistol whip you with the mack
that when you wake up, that brand new jersey you got will be a throw-back
So you can call me Ice Cube, I "push rhymes like weight'
I may debate the day you die, but when I decide I won't hesitate

My first battle here and I'm already spittin fire
I might just beat your ass, get one win, then retire
So step up, write your rhyme if you survived the wrath
This was easy, like a 10-year-old Chinese kid doig college math.


Peace

B