man, I’m gonna lyrically-slaughter-you, metaphorical-decapitate-you…
I’ve been beaten by the-elite-few, and now my resentment is-increasing-too…
You accepted-the-dare, now the damage is done, your can’t-easily-repair..
I’m gonna make you, bow-down-in-prayer, till your extinct-like-the-solitaire (extinct bird)
My shameful punches, sometimes-may-not-be-fair, you sittin-in-your-lair, tryin-to-tear,
Up that piece-of-waste , and you caralinion ass I’ll know where-it’s-placed…
Man, your raps constantly-in-poor-taste, look up now, and see-what-your-faced-with…
You are on-your-fifth, you chased-the-myth, of Joseph smith, now feel-my-fist… (Joe Smith - founded the Mormans)
Man, rickey got rhymes fake-like-a-cyst, coming home from Greensboro-stamping-mentally-pissed…
Your syphilis-bitch-list, goes on, your persist-to-continuously-exist, all-the-punches-your-missed…
Killed-you-off, *AHERM*, you got a sars-reminiscent-cough, remember the night-by-the- trough..
Bent over, screaming for a 3-leafed-clover, to bring-luck, with your face-down-in-the-muck…
Tryin to act, like not-giving-a-fuck, doubled like-a-trailer-truck, lyrically-stuck – for words…
Prophecies say you die in 2000 and 1 thirds, ridin-with-backpacker-nerds, higher-than-birds…
My punches’ll choke you, like-the-kurds, it’s over now, you-more-ancient-than-chow!