**I take Vendetta's bitch off of my dick, pull up my pants, and step to da mic**



Who the fuck is this nigga kidding? Half of his fuckin shit didn’t rhyme/
Screw primetime. Ur mine, You killed urself when u seein me pull out my glock .9/
Cause u is a pussy and role with fake thugz from the fuckin 5-2-8-Zero/
When Im murderin u, ill kill anyone who tries to jump in and be the hero/
I’ll fuckin tear ur homosexual ass up like a piece of “Bounty” tissue
And leave u beaten N’ blooded in the philly ghetto with no1 to come to ur rescue/
All pedestrians will scream in horror as they pass by a scene so gory/
By then, ur girl will be suckin my dick swiftly as I remember my day of glory/
I don’t give a shit if u gave my girl AIDS, She told me ur dick is lil’ and u pre-cum/
I bent ur faggot ass over before this battle, who the fuck u think u got the aids from?!/
And I cant battle myself! So Illusionist will remain the chamipion undisputed/
My spits are paralyzin, leaving the dilerious “vendetta” un-move-able and muted/
Now try being recruited, my body is immune to da bullets shot by ur avatar/
Go ahead... Keep rhyming “balls” with “donkey kong”, and Im sure u’ll very get far/
I’ll Smoke ur ass like a cigar, I’ll take my time as I devower u slowly/
Cut u up like guacamole, Den ill get lowly and I let ur mother blow me/
I stepped into your arena, and every fuckin seat in the stadium was empty/
They left cause ur rhymes blew, and those people knew not to tempt me/
“Philly’z Mass Murderer” doesn’t even have to rap to kill faggots like you./
I can stair aimlessly, even YOUR crew took off cause they knew u was through./
It’s 1 am in the morning and im still "rape-in" this fairy from da pansy “Element”/
I’ll go ur style and start to rhyme and rap about shit that is completely irrelevant/
“Mommy, come look at this, what the hell is he doing, That boy must be in confusion/
“Vendetta’s fingerin his asshole cause he gets off the most to self-anal-intrusion/
Shiiiiiit!!!!! Unlike Venddetta who thinks he’s winnin, It's time to start facing reality/
Fatality will power me cause this kid can’t match my intellectual mentality/
U cant compete with a thug from the Phinest of Northeast Philly/
This bitch is so so weak, ill slaughter him and at the same time beat my “willy”./
Your fuckin rhymes are flimsy dawg, Battlin me is like tryin to fuck with a limp penis
Men Are from Mars faggot!!!!! Im sendin u back to the planet Venus!/
Kiss my anus, this shit’s fucked up aint it, but before u leave I got one last thing to say/
Winning against me is impossible, like Saddam thinking he can destroy the USA/