Dis rap shit dat im spittin is genetically proclaimed to tear limbs apart/
u should be kellogs cuz ya hard on da out but soft on da in like a pop tart/
da wrath of tha sword is tha mythological factor of fears/
punches gonna lic ya wild from ur eyes i'll hav ya floodin tears/
da god of war gave me the oppourtunity to thrash ma sword/
so i spit poured cuz dis kid u can lose to afford/ (afford to lose)
determination, activness n potential dats da skills i bring/
comin like a swarm of scorpians leavin ya wit an uncourable sting/
ya clame to be a chronic peddler wen da only thing ya peddlin is ya dick/
ill poke mo needles in ya wit dis verse den nurses wen ur sick/
see ma words elavate like a balloon in da sky they jus keep goin/
dis a sunday n im cuttin ya verse wit ma tractor as im lawn mowin/
Da Lyrikal Sword slicin n dicin like a machete wit a twin blade/
Ya spit first but im spittin jus as ya verse begins to fade/
n see i couldnt get to a computer yesterday dats ma fault/
dont matter cuz im meltin ya verse away like u da snow n im da salt/
ya verse breakable n rewritable like a c.d. now get off this site/
these were all jus jabs now im finishin u wit dis next line its gonna be ma right/
dis should be a quick votin lets jus hope no one sleeps/
cuz ma verse is wanted like ya mom dats da reason y she creeps/

der we go its over