Ya frost 'bitten' like ya lines when I spit cold, son/
I'm 'wicked-divine', 'God & Satan (W)rapped in one/
I speak, ya shake -n- quiver, like pussy -I'm hard, ya ripped/
Ashes son, paper on fire -now where ya rhymes, Prodigal slipped/
I'll lay ya down like a whore, fuck ya 'till ya raw, see-no-more/
You thought you was lovin' tha dick but got stabbed-and-scored/
Grabbed-n-tore like kidnap victims & duct tape/
You go hand-in-hand wit' defeat then called "RAPE!"/

Sonned, Sun