Warm up
Its tha return of the worst, i'm pissed off and ready to burst/
I lost my last battle by writin a wack verse/
Now I'm lit like a candle with words set to disperse/
Like venom from a rattle snake when I spit it'll hurt/
You won't need those bandaids that you got stuffed in your purse/
Cuz you aint gonna leave with scars, you gonna leave in a hearse/

Here we go now

You can call me the bomb cuz I'll split your atoms (adams) like apples/
So protect ya neck like wu-tang drinkin poisoned snapple/
You'd have to catch aids twice just to be half as sick as me/
That's why you hangin round gay clubs with rings where you nipples be/
So if your punchlines don't make me laugh you're gonna try to tickle me/
But if ya do you'll find out real quick where the four-nickel (45) be/

These verses are so hot they gonna make your screen melt/
You should call your style hollogram cuz your words seen but not felt/
Even if you aimed below the belt with your punches it would waste time/
You'd hit your mom's head and put her nose in my waste waist-line/
Cuz she's givin me a different type of low blow/
Check your record, half your wins are no shows/
I can't even believe you'd have the audacity to boast/
That a man wouldn't even waste time on you to post/

Ready or not, you gonna get flicked like a twig/
Bring your response, don't matter if you a spic or a nig/
I'm ringin shots, my verse killed you like a bullet splittin ya wig/
Your kid lost his pop, and your mom lost a kid/