** Laughs at that pathectic verse, and waves good bye to A2Z **

Who be dat ill nigga creepin' out da jungle,
wit an axe and a knapsack? Let's get ready to rumble!
Tumble through the thresholds of hell in a cipher,
when I decipher rhymes with the precision of a sniper-
Get hyper, get open, get ripped apart,
I got the crossbow in hand, got the sites aimed at your heart,
so start your beef if you wanna chief,
I'm a cut your body up-feed it to the sharks in the coral reef.
The Soul Kids haven't-nor would the Soul Kids ever
get played. Niggas get sprayed, heads get severred!
With the lyrics that are relevant..for the hell of it
I rip a rapper's frame because my flow is excellent!
Yeah! Wit' da ill tune I'm bringing pain soon
to the one who imitates me like he's Shang Tsung!
and ya know we can't have that,
The Infamous is well-trained in the art of Mortal Combat!
Run for cover, I'll take ya tape recorder,
and bag ya crew...in alphabetical order!
Y'all know my steelo, so what's up knokka?
Mortal Combat from the warlord spear-chucker!

** Walks off into the distance, but will be back to claim my battle win **