I hit with coupled punches, skip chumps like double dutches
Cut you down to size, now you’re walkin out on stubbled crutches
Watch me crush this fool with cruel head blows
I know he aint “Rudolph,” but he’ll be leavin’ “red nosed”
He shows no proposal of begginin to win
I’ll skin him thin. Even Shao Kahn’s sayin “finish him”
Man this bitch ass faker got KO'ed by DeadlySpitta,
Yo this kid is litta I had hopes for you but ima quitta
Diminishin’ your hopes with my mad rhyme scheme
Leave you dreamin that no more matches have “ass kickin” as the prime theme
No time, or gleam of hope as the crowd said I “ripped him”
‘Cause I’m splittin lips bitch, go send in my next victim