callin himself a lyrical razor blade but this is far from a close shave/
he aint splittin hairs cos i'm head and shoulders above standin on his freshly dug grave/
T is gettin under slashed and outweighed cos i pack tons not pounds/
my verses everlast, paint faces on my gloves get u clowned in the first round/
u paint pictures in america just to say ur state of the art/
but rappins not about pictures its about music retard/
this dude works at packaging in the Rockies just to say he boxes/
gettin shown out like dirty white calvin boxers
talkin shit like michael jackson sayin no skin off my nose/
a hopeless case akin to guilty men on death rows/
T's lyrics are like microwaveable food, scoffed at and cooked in ten minutes/
scalp u with scalpels shine a torch inside ur skull to illuminate his dim-wits/
like nervous parkinson suferers u deliver verses lacking composure
man u climbed mount Fuji just to get exposure/
with an appetite for destruction i eat bombs for fun/
defused his verse like a bomb squad.....u didn't wire it right son/
think you're big cheese but i'm a slice above call me grater/
melt u down quickly with new-clear waves cos i'm a radio-active navigator/
covering ur rhymes with super glue only way u keep eyes stuck/
u couldn't have a change of fortune if u fucked lady luck/
i'm an opponent u dread a hairy moment in time/
death Jammin on this punk a Bob Marley crime/
war lords motto;we came we saw we fucked u up..../
hell i dont want to hear about your gay scene stuff/