You could throw 'severed hands at me sunday to monday' you'd still hit with 'weak(week) punches'//
Your lines fell like 'brittle chocolate', most you can accomplish is 'meek crunches.'*//

If your 'lyrics matched your apparel', youd rock 'tattered clothes'//
I could 'stomp' your 'inner being' so hard it'd shatter 'souls(soles)**//

When i come for village, i-spit-full-line-multis//
Put 'sugar laced axes' to heads, eyes-split-for-my-'skull-treats'//

Wheres your touch? betta check the lost and found cuz its missin//
I'll remove all your senses excludin your ears, now all you can do is listen//

I'd 'love' to kill you, so call this a 'crime of passion'//
Puttin your 'name on my knuckles', 'personal punches' leavin your face smashed in.//

Its tragic, kid.. You deliver threats yet cant back with hits//
But your the only one on this board, who still lacks two win's//

Rip ya first, you couldnt pack a fist if u placed it in ya purse//
The only thing Uvillages good for, is starin at his signature//

Burnin wounds with vinegar, now watch me rip powers//
Ill put u so deep under, ull need a ladder to pick flowers//

Ya scared to meet with me, cuz ur aware Ill bury reason//
village man kickin rhymes that dont get felt, like paraplegics//