Just end off your life, your whole style's boring me//
Your life's pointless, like Oklahoma's last victory//
I'll burn both of your eye's with nitrogen and chloride//
This poor guy, only chemist that is known is Bill Nye//
And I doubt your him, I'll hit you with so much lead//
That you'll feel sorry enough to apologize for the disses I said//
Your context is no contest, fuck with me you'll have regrets//
You fucking reject, only thing your index spray's is windex.