i'm a hustler/ struggle for a win!
gangstakilla/ you's a bitch comprehend!/

<punches gangsta killa in the grill>

i'll hit your mouth so hard/ you'll be shitting out your teeth for weaks!
then snap your clavicle/ and rupture your spleen!/
while i'm digging out your breeze!/
making her weak in the knees/ and making a couple of bucks/
you out of luck/ stuck, in a six foot crater/ i might be 0-4 but my ryhmes are far greater then your gibberish you silly hater!/
i'll penetrate your chestplate/ and pull out your heart/
like kano from MK1's fatality!/ I'm causing a lyrical casualty!/
fir ever stepping in the ring trying to battle me!/
i'll saw you in half like a magician/ but forget how to put you back together/
So someone call the mortician/
because where you'll be ending up is cut-up/ stuffed in your ass/ swimming with the fishes!