i rip-quick....and i spit-sick...ill merk-ya-in-battle/
Cause i just whip-this....like ya a herd-of-big-cattle/
do i really need-the-speakers....to speak-more-bleaker/
After i turn this up for ya....ya gonna greet-the-heater/
Just crank it more-up.....so it pops ya ear-drums/
your rhymes are corrupt..i guess your one im never gonna "hear-from"/

Next Weapon-- a Towel