just for your punk ass, i will go first,
i'll make your ass burst, from the rhymes i disperse,
i'll cook your ass up like canadian bacon,
it's like we're playin musical chairs, sorry this seats taken,
you beatin me is like you thinkin up your own rhymes,
so how about you try that once on your alone time,
i guess thats most of your day, just think of sumthin,
instead of stealin shit from the music you be bumpin,
now don't think you gone win by tellin me i'm a fag,
cuz i'll put you in an inferno, wit the canadian flag,
i'll destroy you quicker than you can say " O Canada",
your body's like a sandwich cuz i gotta wrap it up,
oh no! the ranger from the YUCON has got me on his hitlist!
now YOU CAN be recognized, when your on my shitlist,
now i bet your bitch ass gone try to flip it on me,
talkin bout i should be on it too, you aint gone get shit on me,
your the nasty ass puss that comes from a pussies discharge,
and for the rest of your life, i'll leave you lyrically scarred,
i'll seal your ass up like a cap to a cavity,
me losin to you? i got a better chance defyin gravity,
my rhymes are so cold, they'll make you shake, rattle and shiver,
while your rhymes are weak and flow like a dried up river.

that's my shit.
your turn kid
remember no bitin kid