first attack, makes big cracks, opened your head in a fine punchline "smacked"//

murder this bitch,slit his wrists,i use my "fists-of-furies".. and kill him in a deep mist//

if games were 'holy', id leave yo whole fuckin-wordz'blessed'//
with more 'fire power' than the "thurst-in-two-jets"//

with razor ends "sharp-lee",i cut this fake emcee till his head bleeds//
leaving him dead, he is full of lead,when i kicked his ass he thought i was "jet-lee"//

when i drop blows i fucking rock-globes//
disfigure ya face till its more 'abstract than pablo picasso's//

now-admit-it, im sick with how-i-spit-it//
i'll tattoo a map on ya back and use a chainsaw to "reroute-the-districts"//