Now I'm teaching this kid something, serving this whack bastard
Smashing jaws, get treated by c0z, the rogue chiropractor
Have your spine bent back, your legs slashed, and your neck cracked
I'm winning and that's the bottom line..... like the last bar of your text rap
All the voters they know, that I got this fucking ho shook
So we'll be on the same page... when you're stealing lines from my notebook
I stay faster, so now I'm destroying this gay rapper
Who seems to have lost his handle, like forgetting your AIM password
Those shitty lines only create laughter, so I'm putting this guy in a hearse
Cuts getting a win is a steal.... Only when he's biting his verse
'Cause when I say that you suck... it's true, what I'm speaking is real
Your whole performance is "tired", I'm falling asleep at the "wheel"
This faggot bitched will get grabbed and hit as I stab his ribs
And if cutastrophe's a "nail biter", then only the last half of that's accurate
Covered with gas and hit with a flame-thrower until your ass is lit
Now your whole-body's just coal-rotting, cooked to ash and bits