i'm sure you taste defeat because your rhymes repeat
please before you're deceased make a thought thats complete
me beat sorry shep things don't look that way to me
how could i lose to your verbal complancency?
i can't tell where ya rectum ends and ya neck starts
i'll stain your chest red like your underwear after wet farts
this fags gayer than vin disel so i'm forced to rip this man apart

let me invite you inside the darkness of my mental vortex
spit razor bars that'll disengage you from your cerebral cortex
how can you spit hard your testes haven't even formed yet