Alright, Checkin in here, lets kick this shit off.

~startin~

Get set the slaughters about to begin Time to think about survivin dont worry about the win

Yo you aint for real, this a battle for you, for me its justa easy kill

Talkin about being Ill, this is your wake up call your ass is on the grill

Burnin up like a rookie bout to choke, eyes watering and lungs full of smoke

Thats all you bringin to this battle, get back in the herd with all the other cattle

You see me here Im like a butcher on the mic, you stand in line while I bring down the knife

Your regrettin enterin this shit now, you came in jumpin you bout to leave with a pow (gun shot <)

My rhymes are real, yours arent legit, you about to say somethin back but you need to quit

You got one loss it's about to be two, by the time im through, your own parents wont recognize you

I'm endin this rap now, this bitch aint got shit, I'm beginin to wonder why I ever bothered wit it.