He claims ta be an Assassin, and an MC at the same time.
And I guess I gotta believe him, he always kills his own rhymes.
But just in case, I'll cut his main vein, no, not the one down there.
Maybe I would if I could, but I can't find tweezers anywhere.
I won't waste my time readin shit rhymes, so I'm ignoring yours.
It's like you actually spit linoleum cuz I'm walkin over it like a floor.
I must be driving the short bus, takin this special kid to his lesson.
Like a victim of Downs ya syndrome's profound, retardism's progressin.
Like plaster casts of fragile cats ya claws will crack when you attack.
After one line spent you'll sink like cement, and bore like an almanac.