My Verse

U cant get enough of me like young kids and Masterbation
I know your not a Gangter, you sound like a News Station (CYN?)
Your lines are Sewage, Mine are Obese you can call me Fat
I know u cant rap, The only thing In Japan are Boiled Cats
Perspirations causing this battle to slip out of your hands
Takin it right from you like Americans with Native Lands
A rapping Foreigner? how the hell do you expect to Beat-Me?
Your Japanese wit Squinted Eyes, you can barely even See-Me
CYNs Fried and Dead, your The Skin on girls who recieve Tans
Im fuckin you so Hard you'll start Bleeding frum Anal Glands


CYN's Verse

fact one, im black son and will never submitt to this wack one//
cyn(sin) is abbriviated fo crazy yung nigga//
keep talkin ur shit and ill keep pulln the trigga//
and i cant believe u could concieve that im not gonna win//
u the who is whos life depends on the heat ur in//
i can tell the desperation of this frustraten u//
u makin sure peps will go easy on u "cyn vs. molten.(debyu)"//
now hers fact two i will slew any nigga who think i aint true//
ill infest ur body like malieria u think im scared of ya?//
ill corrupt ur in tire soul and leave ur body could, so step agian im daren ya