Sacrificin this kid like his name says, bend his neck back till he look like a Pez...
Throat open wide have his pride subside cuz the blood that was in is now outside.

Ya think ya can diss well get aload of this I'm flirtin in this battle with a Corleone kiss...
Promised death, on this "date" ya lose breath cuz I'm breakin ya heart like an overdose of meth.

Ya lay claim ta pathetic tryin ta be lyrically athletic cuz ya got the moves of a man who's legs are prosthetic...
Authentic elastic cuz you spittin "real tight" is a "stretch", got no direction like a blind dog unable ta fetch.

"Lock" ya up, call me "Master", faster with the blaster brings ya ballistic disaster...
Bullet combinations gives ya flesh devastation, lamentation from ya peeps funeral invitation.

I've spit tazer razors, electric blades that shock and slice open ya wide the cauterize...
Cling ta life, lungs get tight, rollback eyes lose sight, ya die, I revive ta kill ya twice.

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