Once again the shadow creeps on a foe, you got no place to go, and for your pleasure I'll make your death slow//

You say your a verbalrapist but I see no relation, the fact of the matter is that your about to get raped kid//

I'll creep insde your body and hit the brain first, that blow'll run down your spine and stop all then nervs, the translation is that they won't work//

After that'll I hit you strait in the chest I hope you got a bullet proof vest or your ready to rest in hell, oh well...//

I'll rip you from head to toe, you'll have no place to go, after all no one wants a nigga who can't flow//

Its time for you to rest in your coffin, once your dead that will stop your from coughin your whack rhymes//

Once again the shadow his spit his shit and will be takein this win//