i'll bust ya face wit my lyrical knucklez, gonna be a verbal ride so put on your seat bucklez/
in the battle ring i be springin swings n singin murderous things gettin crowned as a lyrical king/
put a fork dis cat wit the one two cuz tha bitch be done..hes threw,..he be lookin down tha barrel of my gun..bullets in veiw/
son im tellin you not to fuck wit bLiNkZ, you ran out of luck and i'll suck the life away from this schmuck/
break your neck wit lyrics of complexity make you hit the deck with rhymes of perplexity/
your illogical swear spits don't compare to my lyrical biological warfare shit/
subliminally permit you to suicidal urges non criminally admit you to death wit homicidal purges/
i immerse as tha victor cuz i reverse every negative thing ya disburse n make ya shit look like a blank verse/
send ya packin in a hearse to the graveyard keeper cuz bruce you messin with the fuckin grim reaper/