As Soon As I Punch-You-Its-Done, Deplete Your Nuero System And Other Organs Such-As-Your-Lungs, How Do You Plan On Winning When Youve Lost Twice As Much-As-Youve-Won//
U Wont See Another As Skilled As Me For Another Three-Centuries, I Spit Heat At Degrees-Blistering, If U Really Think Your Gonna Win Then U Got It Twisted Like Knee-Injuries//
My Fists Turn Your Cranium To Fragments Then You Fall Kid, I Hate To Brag-But-I-Maul-Scripts, Your "Dropping Gay Bars" Like Recovering Fag-Alchohalics//
The Odds Of You Winning Are At Best-No-Chance, Your Just A Small Stepping Stone To Make My Quest-Advace, This Battles More Lop Sided Then Bad Breast-Implants//
My Agile Fist Are Bashin-Your-Head-In, Me Dropping My Verse Is What Your Ass-Must-Be-Dreadin, If Ur Demonic I Must Be God, Dont U Know That Demons Are Angles That Got Banished-From-Heaven?// his "crew" is called demonic deciples