Rhymes, hope your ready for an extraordinary coronary
call ahead to the coroner, and I'll escort you to the mortuary

Hmph..this kid is a mistake, misery on a plate
don't need utensils for this victory,
this dumb crumb is OK to waste

face the fact, your laced with wack,
you should've passed on that extra crack,
I got the ax in tact,
I'm up to the task but your the hack

there's no fix for his limp wristed rhymes
kid, stick with spyrographics, my chiropractic practice
will leave you ravaged

cats hunger for my madness,
while you sit in wonder like Freddy Savage
Catch a dick you pathetic prick,
your rhetoric is set to miss,
I spit hectic wreck-less script to push you off this precipice
here's my hypothesis,
your bound to bleed from my synopsis, you post protein deposits,
like your trying to squeeze the sperm out your esophagus

I'll mop up this mess,
you're not tight, you lack the style and the gumption,
somethin not right when you come to a cockfight with a penile
erectile dysfunction
Watch this dweeb drop to his knees,
fucker should've learned to bob and weave,
he's catchin lumps when I spew chunks and left Rhymes drunk with his dry heaves
look, sorry about the headaches and my bad for the length,
but, if you need something for the pain I suggest Tylenol extra strength.
so if I refer to you as my dog, what I really mean is you my bitch..