so u call ur self hannibal lector/
when really u just faggot with a pocket protector about to get his first loss on his record/
I'll stick lyrics like knives in each of ur organs in alphabetical order/
u can hear it tonight, im grindin on u, if it was thearetical u could be a skateboarder/
im droppin a bomb on this bitch causin u nothin but disorder, at mickey Ds sayin "hi can i take ur order"/
my flows sicka than the aids epidemic/
when ur rhymes are really just jokes and gimmicks/
u couldnt key a hot track if ur hands were oven mits/
ur flow so cold causin urself chapped dick/
i just exploded like ur appendix go on try to mend this, its over and u cant hold my pocket on the track bitch/