leave your neck twisted,like the fuckin rhymes i spit
i'll show you who fuckin owns this shit,yea thats right im for real
this battle is one thing your fuh sho gonna feel
put a lyrical shotgun up to ya head
an pull the trigga twice to make sure your dead
and then one day you'll get fed
through a tube.....steak dude
your a fuckin faggot,you god damn little maggot
my rhymes cut your soul,rockin out this poll
at the speed im spittin theres gotta be a toll
or a fine or someshit
no one cares to hear you spit some dumbshit
as you bend your dog over a couch to butt fuck it
its obviously true that your moms a whore
cause she even did crack pregnant before
you were even born,raped by gorilla in a petting zoo
is how your mother came along to conceive you
so as i try to write up these last three lines
i start to realize that all you do is whine
and even more, i see this battle as mine!

thats it yo