<Straight from the back of a cereal box>
Kracka definately sounds like a "cereal" raper//1
Snap crackling and "plot"ing his way into inferior lables//2
Got "honey" on his "nuts" from raping the "bee" cuz he's a cheerio hater//3
He shootin' corn dunks for free throws-even a bowl of fruit loops couldn't show this fag all the colors of the rainbow//4
Need a box of "alphabites" to show him he's an a-s-s-h-o-l-e//5
Your intellectual "tricks-are-for-kids"/like transexual chicks on ur dick/You just about as believable as actualy shit from this bitch//6
You couldn't gain the eye of the "tiger" from eating frosted flakes//7
With the mind of a sniper I can shoot Kracka during his lunch breaks//8
And like the strike of a viper my shots like drinking "sour milk", giving you stomach aches//9
My words will put you in eternal sleep and somber like a "Dead-mime"//10
I'm known for to place ur brain in the news so that kracka can have his own "Head-Line"//11
Welcome to a mauling convention/I need all ya stalling attention//12 Like midgets in boxing matches Kracka needs a "brawling extension"//13
Known for making demonic incisions...Call me the harmonic mortician...I'll leave ur organs rearranged intestines twisted in ironic positions// 14

Finisher
How should I plead in the court of law????//
Not guilty your honor.....I'm Fuckin raw...///
I'll cut you with a chainsaw to make you withdraw//
Sit back in awe as I break ya jaw//
Yeah muthafucka....I'm an outlaw!//