wussup gangsta, oh thats what you are right,
i know you don't bust gunz or go out at night,
when ya sleep i bet you turn on all ya nite lites,
scared to look unda your bed for a fear you'll get a fright,
your right, cuz i'm the boogie man, who stays under ya bed,
the one you scared to look at so u put the blankets ova ya head.
Just like you was allergic i'll make you gasp and swell,
i'll put you in an inferno, and make you think you was in hell,
writin all that shit wasn't really worth it,
i'll make you jump thru hoops like barnum and baileys circus,
you say 1 more thing, i'll make you deepthroat my mic,
your raps are gettin you nowhere like a wheel less bike,
take a hike, or i'll blast you fron the battlefield and the face of this earth,
and when you come back down to the grounds of reality, just don't get mad at me when i ask "does it hurt?"
I'll burn your ass up like it was Napalm Sunday,
and just like the bad guy you say" i'll get him someday"
one way you could win is, hold up, let me think,
i guess there is none, hey your the weakest link,
you can never amount to me, you won't even amount to shit,
your just gonna sink, i sunk your battle ship,
and along with it, goes you and ya mind frame,
all that hard work, swirling down the drain,
you rhymes sound like you got them off a dusty shelf,
the only warm flow you got is when ya wet yaself,
i bet yous scared to go outside cuz wuts in the shados lurkin
so don't play buff n tuff cuz that shit aint workin,
quit jerkin my gerkin cuz your lyrics are stale,
YOU DEFEATIN ME IS A QUEST FOR HOLY GRAILS