‘RIP kal’ well I’m back resurrected from the dead, my lyrics are goin down now like when you give a man head, I’m act like a nechrophiliac now cos I’m fuckin wiv the dead/

This shits personal, like your ads in the mags when you write ‘man seeks man’, or ‘man seeks ass’, & before you come back with ‘he said ass he’s a fag’, this is an observation – YOU are the one who shit stabs/

How you gonna elevate when you lyin cryin in ya grave, by the way i shagged ya mamma & the bitch needs a shave, while i'm on the subject, don’t the stinkin ho ever bathe?/

You say you’re from ‘the land of dopeness’, but yo lyrics are from ‘the land of bland & weakness’, simplistic shit made up of weak rhyme pieces, tell me 'ballbreaker' was that ya verse or ya faeces/

5th bar now Im’a make it count like Dracula, you arachnaphobic & I’m a tarantula, that was way too easy I gotta say thanks ta ya, prediction - I think your rhyme will be good (toilet paper)/