warm-up
Fuck you audo Ima diss ya ass den break ya back no teasin/
Constanly slaughterin emcee's, and ur next one, don't you see tha number of fake mcs consistently decreasin//
spittin fire
I'll leave Ya runnin hard like micheal Jonhson on da track son/
And aint you tha one I caught play'n wit kids, like Micheal Jackson//
Spittin horror stories like I wuz freddy krueger on da tracks/
But I know im just tha offspring of 1000 maniacs//
I wont hesitate to put three upside ya head/
And have ya ass duckin shit, like ya was in third grade phys.ed//
finisher
you plain, straight geek, your looks get you wild-laughter/
couldnt turn girls heads, if u worked for a chiropractor//
i know why your stupid or at least what your friend-says/
your mom and dad, siblings, you were born out of in-cest//