this ain't a game, I'll make ya lay still like frozen food or an ice cube/
this character is funny, but his mouth don't move like an old mickey mouse cartoon/

pack ya neosporin cream, cause once i swing im leavin u wit more scars than da arms of crackfiends/
dickriders wouldnt help, they'd make this loss hurt worse, after all u "beat yaself" wit no vaseline/

this big dog's focused on ya throat wit a rifel scope 'n my trigger finger itches wit fleas/
i get in weak emcees and devour u hollow like that bacterial flesh eatin disease/

taken me for a pussy to fuck with now u a victim of my sickness like i'm spittin liquid STD's/
i'm too powerful for u dawg, i break through chains of battle links like i'm Hercules/

so hoe-please, drop ur low-key i flow-heat and i 'eat'-paper/
its in my elite-nature, to 'shut ya shit down' like a screen-saver/

i bring-flavor,lyrical human being-craver,battlen me couldnt be-braver/
if you thinkin of killen me in this battle, check ya self kid cause thats some dangerous behavior/