I'm back, throwin punches, brandish a new hitlist/
Spit twisted, throwin Fists to the face of a Steel witness/
Ready to rip this, like rapin a virgin, and tore his scripts/
Pussy's get thrashed, makin him bleed from every orifice/
Laugh as you miss, the point of producin profane prose/
Faggot attackin poetic, I'll combat usin your symbol and rain bows/
Whoa! This kid's playin with death, son, you wanna tempt fate?!/
That's Comedic, so I'll let The-Marvel-Arm handle my Light Weight/
Oh great, it's too late, this kid's already been smashed, like 2 times/
Left for a year and I'm rusty, still breakin this newbie in 10 lines/