I Write My Rhymes In The Dark But I’ll Show-You-The-Light
If Rap Is In Your Blood Then It Will Flow-When-I-Bite
You Chose A Pro-For-This-Fight So Expect-To-Be-Bruised
You Got Less Game Than Atari And Your Text-Is-Re-Used
I Don’t Believe In Feeding…. To Need-To-Is-Pitiful
You Even Cheat Yo Mom And Feed-Through-The-Umbilical
I Make You Bleed-When-I-Ridicule; Connect Without-A-Punch
And I’ll Leave You Feeling Empty Like You Went Without-Your-Lunch
You Break Without-A-Crunch Coz My Rhymes Attack Your Mental
You Try To Sweep My Feet But My Stance Remains Central
Take The Crown From Your Dental; No Need To Duck-Coz-Your-Phoney
You Managed ONE Punch Line: Look-At-It-All-Lonely
You Couldn’t ‘Fuck’-With-My-‘Homies If You ‘Abused’-All-My-‘Street’
You Took The Rap ‘Game’ And ‘Played’ It, Used-All-The-‘Cheats’
I Fuse-With-The-Beat And You Know You Can’t Catch-Me (catch the beat)
You Couldn’t Show Me Up On This Site If You Attach-Me
Harass-Me-If-You-Want…Fine! Embarrass-You-On-The-Front-Lines
I Like To Go Last So You Starve When It’s Lunch-Time (unable to feed off my rhyme)
Its-Crunch-Time So Where The Herd-Of-Haterz-Be?
They’ll Get Carried Out In Coffins Like Terminator-Three