I thought da ugliest man wuz that of yo mom's
it's genetic fo u disturbin da piece wit yo appearance like bombs

Ripped yo hand right out of da socket and bitch scacked u wit it
then took yo legs and kicked yo ass (get it) wacked u wit it

label me sinical, u clinical cuz i leave yo chest plate custom fitted
u got it surgically replaced afta da chase i left u custom splitted

I'll light u up like X-MAS trees and steal yo brain and a kidney
Bladder missin now u pissin on the floor like u silly

I'll rip yo vocal cords ou ya throatand strangle u wit it
u better get hoodini to do a trick to untangle u wit it

take yo chromosomes and destroy em jus fo assurance
that a reproduction of a dummy neva comes to existance

Cuz i'm tired of fake mc's wit they weak repetition
even Stevie Wonder and Ray Charles see they no competition

You're a lyrikal tragedy a phony shame to the game
I got dat lyrikal clorox to put a eternal stains on yo name

I'd rather listen to R&B than u, fuck it i'll be R.Kelly
Ur rhymes couldn't be hot even if yo name wuz Nelly

wit yo fictious talent u better off modeling thongs for Sisko
try to come against me u must be trippin n slippin on Crisco