You say you're a magician but your in at number 7/
So there's either 6 better than u or got sent to heaven/
Ya style is as weak as melted plastic and i'm jus beein drastic/
The measures taken are placid, so u be comin out like a spastic/
My goal is to unfold the lies, you bold to say the shit cos it's old/
I've heard all your punchlines before from Barney, or so I'm told/
They like him, they pre-historic an thats jus bein metaphoric/
So I be sure make sure you die after all ya verses like Kenny Micormic/
I'm from south of the park where the alleys are dark waitin for shit to spark/
So bring it on bitches cos i'm ready to finish any fuckin thing you start/