Murderin-you-wit-deadly-tactictz, ur verses aint frees, u just another wack kid/
flows forced-like-teen-abortions, this verse gon 'fuck ur life'worse then ya mom did/
cant-last-rounds-wit-this, Ill murder dis bitch wit bitch slaps, u dont-deserve-punches/
Serve-you-like-school-lunches, y am i rhymin, i could spit nothing and still-say-i-won-this/
spittin-deadly-viles, cuz this bitch is wacker then then Cheddar bob-from-8-mile/
Ill kill u, u might own a 9 mili, buh not even thatll help after i-make-ya-neck-smile/
ill murder anyone here, but it seems that nine's name jus keeps comin-up-at-random/
where im at, ill stab u up, slash ya face, and bitches'll say i let u off lookin handsome/
Ill haunt ur phantom, after i murder u, everyone looks at my skill and says DAMN SON/
i would applaud ur skill and greatness, only ONE problem is..YOU HAVE NONE/

10 lines kid..spit asap