Hey yo,
I'll shred ya and leave ya tattered//Spit these lines, you shouldnt have asked to be battled//But no matter, I'm a rapper//I'll make your blood splatter//And flatten ya//And fatten you up with these lines//Then devour ya//I tower way up over ya head//One smoothe movement, and you full o' hot lead//I sweep you aside//Make you hurt inside//Eternal internal bleedin//You struggle with breathin//Its even kinda funny watchin life leavin ya//I can practically see Grim grin as he reaps ya//And I teach you a lesson//Never mess with me less you ready to be lined in chalk//Never talk bout me lest you ready to be attacked from behind, or stalked//Have your death plotted//And get slotted into place at the morgue//In a casket//You gonna get blasted//Its inevitable//So im gonna bask and revel//And be a rebel//And write several songs bout yo death//And bout how you're choking on your final breath// See you in hell from heaven//

Peace out