u couldn't be a veteran if you went to war with iraq.//
you'd be sent home in a body bag with death certificat attached.//

Jon Doe, no-one know's who the fuck you are here or your home.//
in your hood, or suburb rather you a no-body like marshal mathers before battle raps.//

I'll leave you so-bloody like a red-cross doner clinic minus the suringe and after snack.//
just a barrage of ammunition and after-that, the aftermath would collapse your respect.//
like if you went to a retard convention and laughed at them.//

everyone remember to laugh at lyrical method, like a clown in center ring.//
this clown could never bring serious competition, just delerious thoughts and visions of winnin'.//

this isn't gonna be a split decission, my 'method' is a 'lyrical' slaughter.//
the only thing splittin's your vision, hit you so hard with punches you'll be seein' double like I was twin'in'....//

he's so dumb, even when I beat him like this he keeps on grinnin'.//
it's grim the way I'm riddin' this board of wanna-be wimen wearin' transvestite clothes.//

I trancend my foes, like they equalibrium was full of holes.//
pass right thru 'em as if I were somethin' other than human.. I know.//
My soul is that of a holy relic, only embellished...
like this kid say'n he's got any tallent,
and he's ammountin to somethin' other than livin' in subsidized houses.// <--- ghetto's

what a surprise this guy froze, then melted.//
I bring heat like a volcanic mountain eruptin' in a firey fountain.//

*for you stupid people, embellished means "exagreated on"

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