Aight look....

This kids rhymes are so dull they couldnt cut through butter
with a hot knife so like T.O. imma fuckin juke and stutter
step all over Optikal tonight, call it self glorification
but imma bout to drop this kid like a bad habbit lost on vacation
indure the durration of the verbaly inflicted wounds you recive
only the power of lyrical death will heal you and start to relieve
the pain you feel deep within the center of your so called soul
it hurts so bad that you long for the comfort of a freshly dug hole
all of this could have been avoided if you hadnt shot off at the mouth
now in the ultimate OPTIKAL illusion, with a slide of hand ya goin way south
to the bowels of lyrical hell to serve in an eternity of firey pain
dont ever try to battle again bitch cause in reality ya been slain
today by tha clown ya used to see at night when ya laid down to sleep
as night falls, away i must creep and leave you in the darkness to weep