i spit shit rapidly aptly shatterin cats name-ely-you//
i go beyond hurtin-ya and brutally murder yo-and-yo-family-too//
my wickedly ill spill drop tops the top of the list of 'what's hot'//
u also toppin a list but its the one labelled 'what's not'//
callin thisa battle is an overestimation - return to masturbation, cos i aint lettin-u-off//
rumours that ur mutha is gettin-u-off, is that shit honestly true? course not - cos even she rejected u//
words violent? i leave u silent, whilst i sit smilin//
organisin ur funeral, i have u dumped in a toilet - and im makin in communal//
so every cat can take-a-piss-on-you, and dump - like i dump-this-diss-on-you//
u a pittiful pretender, that i render - defenceless, this battles on false pretences//
i was told u had a little talent, see? manic is a soldier marchin gallant-lee//
u an inadequate opponent, from day 1 ive known-it//
this is my win right here, no fear, sheer -//
terror i spread, with a bullet to ur head//
thats it im done, so turn yo bitch ass round and mothafukin RUN//