souls captured/untill da lords rapture/dispose of souls like a demon/millions of girls pumped up wit my seemen/u dreamin if u thing u can even challenge da king/slugs huge send off a deafening ring/a shot to ur arms puts ur whole body in a sling/bring da best u got but u still gonna feel da curse/leave u bitchin like i just stole ur purse/as i spit merceless verses/poisonus cursive/as ur killed by dis murderous journalist/set ur soul for departcher/as i stay on point wit my rhymes like a skilled archer