Ya Steppin On Mah Turf Boy This Aint a Place Tah Play Bliss Unleashin Fists To Leave Ya Face in Dissaray//
Erasin Shit Ya Spray Leave Ya Blanked Lyrically Scorch This Kat Cos i Blaze With Shit I Say // Bar 1
Ya Punches Couldnt Stick If Ya Hands Were Soaked in Glue Ya Choake n Spew Like Happy Meals Handed By Hitler' To Provoke His Jews //Bar 2
Bliss Crushes Shadow with Devastating Crunces Leave Him Open Minded Cos i punch hoLes In His Scull Leavin Gaps
Throwing Decimating PuncHes While with Fear He Slaps Leave Dis Nicca 6FT Unda While Everyone Cheers n CLaps// Bar 3