i'm fed up with you sensless misfits/
who think that they rip shit/
but only end up soundin like simplistic nitwits/
understand, i'm better than you bitches/
so either admit it, or get left seventy-two inches/
beneath the Earth so don't try to compete my verse/
cause I speak a curse that'll have ya ass asleep in a hearse/
I rip shit apart quick so come back if you can find the heart bitch/
and lets keep this shit goin, cause i'm just gettin started