Battlin me u'll feel the wrath of a beast, u'z trash on a beat//
Thas why u resortin to text so u can cheat, but i'll have u beggin at ma feet//

Tha king rewind'um turn hypnotic backward, he's just script-chronic gettin smoked ba actors//
This herb can't add tha factors, ya brain stuffed wit wakness, practice, u still wouldn't attract chics//

Hypnotize ma eyes so i can see tha circles in run around ya sides and watch blood drip as ya body divides//
Wait till ya face and ma shotty collide next u livin wit demonic pride in hell u'll chris lotty wen he dies//

Time to die the rhyme in ma glock don't lie, watch as ya life's clock floats by//
Still i never boast my, talent, a silent assailent violence is vailiant, so much u wanna keep from round-it, that fuckin fat lady's song u betta sound it, cuz un-bearable is the sound of ya face wen i pound it/