To all you little battlers, i'm hoping that you learn from this,
And witness how i turn this bitch,to buckets full of sperm and piss,
I noticed that you studied, I cot you copying my literature,
You stroke and rub my style, steady jacking off my signature,

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Deva? or DEEVA? actually your neither,
I'm hotter than the fever, turn your doc into a believer,
You tossed me what you could,and then i gave it to the stands,
Then the second that you loose,like the CUBS"you blame the fans,
Your a like child at a punk show ,lost in the Mosh,
And when I crush your bones, there used for stock in a Broth,
So quite re-using what i said because makes you look so pitifull,
I knew i smelt a "HERB" and i don't need no anti-Hismanol
You typed your verse, it wasnt dope, i wonder what the fuck your strutting for?
Listen i'm "the Butcher"your the turkey on the cutting board,
And when i'm finished my career you'll catch my name up in the "hall of fame"
I put this punk to shame ,and dragged his carcuss like a
ball and chain,