I’m Erratic, You’re Static, When I’ve Started-You’ve-Had-It
Take The Holes In Your Rhyme And Like Austin-I’ll-Shag-It
I’m Drastic, Don’t Mask-it Yo Lines Are Like Elastic (stretched)
You Couldn’t ‘Cum’ Deep If You ‘Fucked’ In A Casket
Emphatically I Merk-You; Like A Tennis Ball I Serve-You
Your Curfew! You Better Run Home Before I Hurt-You
I’ll Burst-You-With-Pressure; You’re Cursed-To-Be-Lesser
So Confess That I’m Better Coz This Verse-Will-Suppress-Ya
I Suggest-That-You-Train, I’ll Maim With Zest-For-The-Game
You Need To Gain A Vest For Suggesting-I’m-Lame
You’re Repressed I Request You Throw-In-The-Towel
You See My Lines And Your Shit Can’t Hold-In-The-Bowel
I’m Old-In-The-Mouth And Long-In-The-Tooth
Your Remains Will Be Proof That I’ve ‘Bombed’-On-This-Youth