ok, im gonna spit first, but no feedin off my lines
(clears throat)

i be dat one to set it off then end it
punchlines i throw leave ya mind bended and ya head dented
i rap wit a insane style that i alone inveted
tha chances of u beatin me is like tha royals winnin a pennant//

my rhymes blast ya at 100 miles an hour
like jeff gordon out his bf's house when tha relatioship got sour//

i hit ya harder than power rangers on crack rock
twist ya head round like tha arms on a fuckin clock//

im gonna cut ya up and leave ya in tha fog FOR DEAD
shoot ya and have tomato soup pourin out ya FOREHEAD//

my rhymes are like a buffet to much for u to eat it
so get tha fuck back like Micheal Jackson said BEAT IT//

i come at ya breathin fire like a dragon
ya ryhmes played out like a old bitch wit tittys dat be saggin//

ya think ya hard cuz ya Rep-Roy-Town
but ya jus a fudgepacka ya Rip-Roy's-Brown// (brown=asshole)

i kno ur shits a/b to be whack
so crucify me so i can resurect and bring salvation to tha track//

when i see at skool ya best not follow
or ill cut ya head off like tha dude from sleep hollow