Blacksash, I give ya a back slash, I kidnap you in a trap,
Your finished Black, your career is literally "a rap"
Your alliance with wackness is noticeable,
Dissin me? You should know the Terrorist aint dissable,
Dogg, I'ma muzzle you cos I know you wanna bite my style,
Cos if I described yours? It would be 'ho-style' (hostile)
Your bad rhymes seemed to stretch longer than Armstrong,
Please tell me after this verse you weren't harmed son,
I knock you in your chest to worry your brittle bones,
Man, your like testosterone, you sound like a 'whore-moan'!!
Your terrorised, I can see it in your eyes,
Just sit back and watch as I start your slow demise!