I’m Battling An Innocent Herb, So Pure...
A Christian Being, So Juvenile n’ Immature...
Your Syphilis And I’m The Unmarked Cure...
With Your Rhymes So New And Whitely Fresh...
I’ll Lyrically Rape You, Then Verbally Eat Your Flesh...
Then I’ll Grab My Emotional Mg, And Waste Your Chest...
Until You’re a Emotional Dump, With Nothing Left...