(Hook):
This is a battle rap//
To smash on you average cats//
Baby rappers here, take your fuckin' rattles back//
(x3)

(Verse 1):

I command respect when another man is steppin'//
I'll stick your head in your ass in under 3 nano seconds//
Blastin' weapons, i'm awesome with curses//
Follow me, try not to get lost in the verses//
I'm spittin' liquid nitrogen to leave some frost on your surface//
Then to thaw you out, you'll get tossed in a furnace//
You wanna get lyrical? Then i'll toss a sharp spear at you//
My rhymes will haunt you like angry troubled spirits do//
Bringing fear to you, to beat me you'll need a miracle//
It's over bitch, i'll dislocate your shoulder quick//
My new style's fresher then a stick of deodorant//
So step up motherfucker! "Uhh who me?"//
Yeah you, i'ma knot your spine like a shoestring//
Crews be steppin' to me, whoa, this dude's mean//
I can tell that you're a bitch by the scent of your pussy//
Push me, then you'll taste the verse of death//
Motherfuckers know that I stay so merciless//
I murder chumps, burst words to burn a bum//
Go ahead and take a breather, 'cuz this verse is done//

(Hook x3)

(Verse 2):

Verse 2, time to finish this cocksucker//
You're the type to rent my fuckin' battle tapes from Blockbuster//
You can not muster the strength to spit it hot, brother//
Think your ill? NEWSFLASH! you're not, fucker//
Busters, step up and get crushed like a beetle//
Then stabbed in the eye with a hypodermic needle//
I'm lethal, strap you to your church steeple//
Then throw grenades at you, 'til your chest is see thru//
I'ma heartless bastard, with hard bars to scar a faggot//
Got a lyrical shotgun, and you're just my target practice//
A passive bitch gets the baddest spits, you're whack as shit//
So who wants to test the emmaculate rhyme catalyst//
'Cuz my lyrics start passin' shit through your system like a laxative//
Then i'll throw you down some stairs, and make it look like an accident//
You'll get so hurt, you'll be living off of aspirin//
Cut your fuckin' head off with a hatchet quick//
I'm the lyrical version of Charles Manson on a bad acid trip//
Baby rappers, watch as this little fetus gets slaughtered//
You couldn't pump up the crowd with a swedish penis enlarger//

(Hook x2)