No introduction neccessary.......

People pay admission, recognition since I've been lyrically christened//

But you jus a punk, don't make the cut like "hemaphrodite circumcisions"//

lyrically kill you off da boards, not banned, jus unlisted//

your rhymes from the past (pre-wrote), i rap in present kinda like I'm gifted//

I'll show you naval operations and leave'ya as ya in SUB-MISSION// (sub= submarine, mission=operations)

Time I leave'ya like broken wieghts, as the "weight" itself is shifted//

First elite battle was shit, yet "slung" back from "death" like a literal "miracle~whip"// (miracle=from the dead, whip=slung back to earth)

You die tonight, Fgee, your name lacks letters like a "retard" filled in for "Vanna White"//

Ya rhymes "half~assed" like a "plumber" who decided to wear his "undies' tight"// (It's utterly noticable...)

"Drop" shit like anvils, mad~skills, scramble ya words like a game of de~voweled~scramble//

Take the "wind" from ya body, essentials useless like unpowered~wind~mills//

Your rap skills, sorta like a "fat bitches tits", utter n' sadly "revealed"//

The most "acidic flow" you had, was when your "orange juice spilled"// (citric acid...)

My lyrics like "bullets" cause they sometimes come out in "riddles"//

My start and end don't "hurt", cause like a "short" boxer, my punches hit ya in the "middle"// (middle of my spit...)