For This Battle You Selected-Me, You Must Be Cursed Mentally
Punch Your Forehead Through The Back Of Your Skull For Disrespecting-Me
Expecting-Me To Come Soft? I’ll Change Your-Bone-Alignment
Now Just Be Polite And Incite Your-Own-Retirement
Get Your-Own-Consignment… Stop Biting Others Verses
Take Your Last Breath Before Your Rhyme Totally Submerges
Rip Out Your Bitches’ Cervix, Hand It To-Ya-On-A-Plate
This Is MY ‘Yard’, Imma Bout Ta Smash Ya Head Thru-The-Gate
I Read-It-In-My-Fate That I Would Demonstrate My Skill
This Ain’t ‘STDs’, Don’t Fuck With Me You Won’t Get ‘ILL’