Massacering your rhymes like you a teacher at Kolumbine, tear through you like daggers preventing you from makeing any sick lines//

This dude call himself a crew leader, simaltaniously sucking on dicks and jerking them off, you try to open your mouth but after you read this all you can do is cough//

Lyrically assinate your ass like president kennidy, the U's are the only band that will let you even make a parody, shit I'll let you get off easym give those shitty as rhmyes to cherity//

All you can do is spit shit written by some dead mc, pre-written is the way you flow, to bad I can win without technicality, systimatically rip your rhymes into shreads, by the way, you better go back to baby gap to get some new threads//

Crush you into the ground with technical persision, smack you back to 1934 to get your first circumsision, fucker is starting to rap like Eddy Fallin, but what he lacking is tal-ent//

My rhymes are sicker then your pussy, stick a fork in your ass and make you a dish called pussy tushy, cremate your ass into ashes, throw thme into the grand canyon so you won't get rememberd//

It's time that you met your master, raping against me is a big disaster, two sick mc's collide at 100 mph, but guess what Im the bullet train and your a pink flower//

Spank you like a little child, just like your mom bent her over and she smiled, no need to get viloent with those words, cuz anything after this spit is jsut obsured//

Time to go to bed little Billy, remember don't premature ejaculate that 3 inch willy, I'll just skilly spear you in the face with wordz, go back to the farmland and have some bean curd//

Your name is TheHandsOf God but guess what, your ass is about to get smacked around but Jesus, a colosial clash of the Titans will aluminate from this battle, to bad I can just sock you into a cage and give it a little rattle//

Poisioness letters come out of my mouth like a Tommy Gun, boy don't even need a rawrd to whoop you, I'll do it for fun, damn boy dident I tell you, you fucked my grandma last night, hope ti dident hurt you//

There is no way that you can be Imorratle, because Im David and your Goliath, do the math you gonna merked to the full-est, you know I can elevate to the greatest, but remeber mommy doesent want you out to the latest//

I'm done I don't need to go on anymore, Ill just kick your ass out the door, kick you out of my gandmothers rocker, when you hit the street pathment Imma laugh cuz you about to get hit by Paul Walker//

That was okay I guess, I mean not my best, or maybe it was, don't know.