ma rhymes are like a surgeon rippen through your chest cavity/
as ya bones disintergrate ma words force you to face me a real mortal kombat, your fatality/

ill stick ya head ina "social studies" text book so you'll really be "his-to-ry"/
im a "king" you a "peasent" on this manor <~(rapbattles), "next-to-me"/

you commin at me wit that shit you really must be a joke/
your rhymes couldnt elevate if they turned in to smoke/

i verbally "tote-a-gun" spittin slugz out ma throat son/
you shoulda been an abortion, you n hip-hop should consider divorcin/

im spittin wit no remorse/
ma rhymes pack more force then tha incredible hulk when he rips thru his shirt/

lemme give you some advice, think twice, im bein nice n not rippin you to smitherines/
ma rhymes are tighter than a big girl in small jeans/

but dont think u can rap jus cuz u rhyme words/
imma beat u in this battle watch my votes cum in by tha thirds/

ma multies alone leave ur tounge in a knot/
put a dick in ya brain, fuck wut u thought/

yo look at this kid wanting to battle the man with the Skillz/
sendin mad chillz up yo spine aint lookn for wins im lookn for killz/

battlin me but your like criminals with aemnesia, you dont know wut your in for/
wanna win but you could enter a brothel wit lots of cash, and still never score /