Okay okay Mr. JKO,

I'll insert the sickle while doctors attend to ya slit tissue,
The blood trickles, my pistols are bi-sexual so I'll let the barrell french kiss your Throat,
Your really in a pickle this time mister J. K. O. ,
No stitching you up, so they gotta use staples,
The pains so immense they mix codeine and morphine to sedate you,
You entered this battle to catch a nuclear winter of fists,
Splinter ya shins, collapse ya chin with blistering hits,
Leave ya skin slashed, you tried to contend,
now ya face resembles a crimson mask with ya shins gashed,
Listen fag...
Vocal darts deployed to soil ya clothes when I destroy,
Toss ya body across screens like playing human Arkanoid,
I'm from the darkest void,
you claim to spark but walk akward and noid(paranoid),
You claim you wanna harm me but I'm juss waiting,
To send ya army home with shells in their backs like Crustaceans,
Throw you on the grill impaled by a skew while I'm duck taping,
You squirming and kicking, but I reply to you like, "Just be Patient",
Ya blood's racing to face, about to implode,
Blacken ya outter meat, so when your done,
I'll just stick a fork in ya dome...homo