"Show stoppin" should b ya career, not rappin, cuz when u get of da stage aint no one clappin just gaspin(need air cuz it sucked so bad) :: You lyk a played out bar, sumtin no ones graspin(getting), cuz u should know, biteing gets u no were except a banning and an ass kickin//

Dis battle aint even worth my time, shit....i could merk dis chump wit 2 "LETTERED" lines :: Rip out his brain and shove it in his mouth dat way he can speak his mind..//

On da bottom of ya sig u got a hit list lyk u own dis shit, lyk u could murda any chump wit one of ya hits.. :: News flash bitch, imma flip dis script, unload some chrom in ya lip, so dat way u could say u have platinum spits...//

Call me da grim reaper cuz I ultimitly decide ya fate, swing an axe at ya back, down ya brain, rendering u speechless and obtaining a splittin head ache :: Or u could say i waz da butcher, cuz wit quick knives and slick nines, i got ya life at stake//

I get-applause as metaphors rip ya skull and render your sprained-nose-fractured :: I commit 'straight-sin-I-penetrate-skin' until the blood-in-your 'veins-flows-backwards'//