Methane Clashes n’ Bashes Nika Crashes ta Ashes//
Yoo Lose Battlin’ Confused, "Should I End My Bars in Periods or Slashes?"//
Sad ta Say, That Recycled Trash is Not Im-Pres-Sing-Me//
Smash yoo in Sign Language, Dub C too If yoo Put Him-Nex’-ta-Me//
Verse1: Listin’ Music, Jus’ Played, Verse2: Talkin’ Garage, ya Min-ia-Ture//
If I Spat One 4-Syllable Multi, I’ll Be the Guy in ya Signature//
Yoor Script's Full of Shit, After I Eat ‘em I "Hiccup Spit-Ups"//
Yoor Pre-School Multis Seem Mo’ Forced Than Ya Mother Doin’ Sit-Ups//

Well, In Verse 1 yoor Style Got Raped Swift n’ Played Kid//
Yoo Could Be an Earthquake Shift n’ Still Never Shake This//
See Son, There’s a Reason I’m Known as a Demon//
Seizin’ yoor Breathin’, Squeezin’ yoor Bleedin’…//
Throat, While Beatin’ yoor Teeth in n’ Screamin’ Completion//
The Cycles Over, This Psycho Soldier Stole yoor Life wit’ Those Words//
Still Couldn’t Roll wit’ Me If I Made This Poser My Ho or Chauffer//
Harvey? Romeo? Hmm..Wait...Where’d Nika Go??//
Leavin’ Him Melted, Jus’ Some Water, His PantyHose n’ Carrot Nose//

Listen, I Ate ya Scripts in Verse One n’ Then Again In Verse 2//
Has Been?? Nah I Could Use What I Had Then n’ Still Clown-Yoo//
This Ain’ Statiatory Rape It’s yoo Getting Raped by Statiatory//
Yoo Spat-ya-Glory Stuck ta it n Thas-ya-Story//

Nika, I’m Getting Sicker Everytime One of My Scripts Bust//
Bitch What? Yoor Jus’ Another Emcees Getting Fucked By This Slut//
I Get Around Like Whores Till Nika Hits the Ground Like Floors//
Spin Around Wit’ Swords Slicin’ Leavin’ Bones Stickin’ Out Like Horns//
n If Nika's a Pistol Flaunter Then Meth's a Missle Launcher//
Will Ponder fo’ the Rest of His Life, How My Fists will Haunt Nerds//
Wit’ PunchLines Penetratin’ Thru’ Where yoor Gut Lies ta Crunch Spines//
One Rhyme After Another Smother this Geek like Bullies at Lunch Time//