I don't got time for your petty thinking mind son, I'm bigga than those claimin' that you pack heat but you're scared to hold//
Your name suits you will since your about to go through the Agony of Defeat, my rhymes'll kill ya slow like a disease//
They'll rip you apart and rot you away, theres no hope for you to win this battle today//
I'm like a fierce deity in the arena of rap, the funny part is you think you can handle mah raps//
you're in the wrong place cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up with bullet holes and such speak the wrong words man and you will get touched//
don't make me have to call your name out you know your featherweight my gunshots'll make you levitate//
This rap is done I think I got soome lines left, I think you'll need to go an catch your breath//

Bring it dawg