yo -look,

I answered you’re call like the grim reaper, now I’m here time to die mr. dickeater/

‘barbreaker’ you couldn’t break a mars bars, antique lyrics spittin ‘bout killin like sars/

swap an ‘E’ for an ‘I’ now you in ‘THE KINGS OF DOPINESS’, barbreaker I re-name you emcee lyricaless/

you spit like a man wiv no saliva, yo times runnin out like mr Sutherland -Keifer/

ya got no hope, give up while you on tha ropes, say ya prayers if ya catholic phone the pope/

beware im’a drive ya to suicide, shoot ya in this lyrical drive-by, my critique for you – he’s whack but at least he tried.