they call u "Pac-Man" cuz u eat a lot of balls//
A reminicent of "Niagra" cuz a this herb always "Falls"//
battle call? this "new kid" walkin round rb's *halls*//
im a bully plus unruly flushin ya head in *stalls*//
you're dead from da neck up...you cannot <thank>// (think)
ure punches are more harmless than usin gunz wit blanks//
ure rhymes are more played than high school football stars//
my bars are apt wit ill & mad skillz deadlier than S.A.R.S//
u scarred, body charred, lookin normal...but only from a far//
cuz my personals are dark & stick to ya like tar//
its my untangible lyrics handle and strangle ya//
hurt ya & search ya stippin u of all ure gay paraphernalia//
breaking down my lyrics will leave u in a penigration//
a sticky situation like mulitiple ejaculations//
my fillers you would use as closing down "punch" killers//
i got u in my cross hair about to pull da trigger//
a K.O. no doubt this cant be considered a bout//
shit...im abusive wit my spits they take different routes//
u pout while i shout, left ya memphis and senseless// (bleek)
like AIDS u were defenseless in these lyrical trenches//