oh I see you think you can master my flow but I shall teach you the real kung-fu...(I love old Kung-fu moviez)

I'll slaughter-with-violence ya girl visits me on a regular basis so you can call-her-a-client//
I'ma leave you a martyr in the game my punchez leave even "audible-silenced"//(get it)

this ain't a battle...you'd be lucky if they call this a slaughter-in-fact//
you more-than-just-wack...even though you got ya "head in ya ass" you still can't be "watchin'-ya-back"...

you "talk a lotta-crap" when you can comprehend the shit-that-I-spit//
leave me alone...fuck it... holla-back cause you and ya girl got somethin' in common...neither of you wanna get off my dick...

the only Impression ya crew left on the world is gay "pride" so why don't you lose-with-it//
Yak Paks fudge so after this battle start "cross dressing" like a "fag in drag nailed to a crucifix"//