i'll use these array of gamma rays to make ya tissue decay/
then peal back the layers revealing the bones and veins/
eject potent blood from dead rodents into ya bloodstream/
leave ya conscience the whole time to hear ya scream/
then i'll prescribe some neo-gothic antibiotics/
deadly as fuckin ten droplets of Ricin toxin/
give it to you through a tube that contains mephitis/
so mother fuckin rancid and putrid like ya lyrics/
and then the side affects will make you pass out/
followed by skin rash, itchin, diarrhea, nausea, and dry mouth/
you can try me bitch if ya mind contains doubt/
you couldn't beat me if I was just startin out/
cuz you have an inefficiency to not be lyrically incline/
that's why this battle is mine from the first two words I rhymed/
I'm on a higher level than you/I'm so much better than you/
mothafucka you won't win with those lyrics that you use/
my spits are like guns with the option of rapid fire/
I'll tie you up and drown you in a saliva quagmire/
Til your oxygen expires and your lungs dry up/
you need to die bitch with a painful death/
i'll use a steak knife to cut your esophagus/
give you a dissection infront of ya parents/
then i'll send a postcard to ya friends and relatives/
with picture of me with a weight about to crush ya skeleton/
they be to late ta save you cuz ya be without a brain/
cuz I'll fuckin blast it usin a double barrel 12 gauge/
leave ya dead in the streets where the children play/
so they can be dramatized by the snakes crawlin out ya eyes/
and the amputated leg with maggots coverin the thigh/
so the conclusion is don't fuck with me or you'll die/