Keep talkin and you'll get *Laid Out* like *Bed Couches*,
Put ya *Wallet On My Dick* jus ta say you can *Put Yar Money Where ever ya Mouth-Is"/
I'll bash-ya-face if again ya try and clash-wit-greats,
Now he buys *Shirts With Seven Buttuns* cus he knows he can't *Fassen Eight*(Fassinate)"/
Battle and *loose ya balls quiker* than *Surgical Castration*,
Step on a *Elevater wit Dry Grapes* and ya *Level still couldn't be Raising*(Dry Grapes are Rasins)
I'll leave ya *Brain on stage* if ya again try and out *Think This Plot*,
And jam *2 Sharp pencils In Ya Head* and make ya have *SecondThoughts"/
'll leave ya Ripped-n-Charred, as i stay Equipped to leave ya with a Limp-n-Scars....
No need for Retreating, as i Killed-yar -'Bars'... Tear off your Off-Key.. like Stringless Guitars..