I’m A Rack-Up-Dis-Kid, "He Claim He Freestyle" ‘Cuz-Homos-Good-Wit-Fashion-Tips'/
Best Relax-Ur-Hips! "U Must Exercise Ya Butt Cheeks "Tha-Way-Ur-Ass-Gets-'Ripped'//
Check-It-Kid, My Verbal Techs-Will-Spit And Land Hard Punches Til I’ve Wrecked-My-Fists/
And I’m A Specialist, Cuz I'll Deck-This-Bitch Until He's Connected Only By His Neck-And-Dick//
I Infected-Sick And Injected-Ticks To Prove Ya Can’t Flow Wit Ya Neglected-Clique/
So I’m Gonna Project-A-Diss With So Many Intoxicated Flows, That It'll Leave U Left-In-Piss//
Without Lookin At Cha Verse-I’ll-Disperse-Words That’ll Leave U Emotionally Hurtin/
If Words Hurt Then Mine Will Disintegrate Ur Body So U Can Do Some Soul Searchin//
X I'll Fill Anthrax In A Syringe, And Stab The Needle In Ur Optical Lens, Then U’ll See Death/
Den I’ll Splatter Yo Lungs On Your Veins So Ur Illiterate Ass Can Bleed Breath//