Mr. Goodbarz was under construction
well i am goin 2 put him back with my Verbal Destruction/
Fuck It i am goin 2 give this kid a fuckin concusion
End of Desicussion/
Mr. Goodbarz i'll murder you cause your talk is spineless,
I'll choke you Rymeless/
Punch a hole in your head and leave you Open minded/
Hopin i might spit wackness
you fuckin jokin right kid?
My illness is Synonomuos to sayin the pope is crimeless
I splatter hoes/shatter foes/These punches leave you breathing Hard
With a shatted nose/
but this battle aint A fair one
I smell a Pussy
ooops Theres one (Mr. Goodbarz )
Intellectual masses feared my birth
i am spectrum asassin,
my Supernatural spirt can Freeze the sun
And turn your life to blackness
i'll knock Mr. Goodbarz off the atlis
Displayin verbal weapons and diagnostics
I'll melt your snow so they can call you Tropics/(NOT/Goodbarz)
Listin close/Hear the echos of your Screams
Pulsing from vortexes
my cerebral cortex is enough to set fire
To Mr. Goodbarz Solarplex.