UR MISSION IS IMPOSSIBLE/
SO I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU THOUGHT IS WAS POSSIBLE/
TO FUCK WIT THIS COLOSAL MC,
I'LL LEAVE UR RHYME TANK ON EMPTY/
LIFTIN U TEN FEET/
UP OFF THE GROUND/
UR LIKE A SIDE SHOW MUTHAFUCKA/
U RAP LIKE A CLOWN!!

A joke runnin down a clown with his future job
That nigga be Krusty and u his side show Bob
"Mission Impossible.. thought it was possible"
U call that shit rhymes, and say ur colossal

I'M MORE INSANE THEN A PSYCHO THATS LOST HIS BRAIN/
MY ATTITUDE IS DERANGED/
I WILL NEVA CHANGE/
I'LL PUMP U WIT THE 12 GAUGE/
AND LEAVE U WIT A FACE,
THAT WILL BE LEFT OUT OF PLACE.

deeni u havnt seen nothin insane yet
first u gotta have 2 balls in the same set
wait now let me reset im gunna leave u upset with a threat
sayin id reck u n thats a bet
check the side of ur head fer drops of sweat
im gunna spit shit ull never forget
so curl in a ball n stay in staten
if i wanted i could beat u usin vulgar latin

Your attitude ain't deranged, but your spits sure are
Call yourself psycho cuz you drive so bad you crashed 20 cars
You'll never be lyrically skilled, you just be deeny
I'll crsuh you with my wallet, while yours lookin' teeny
Your face already out of place, and so is your flow
You think your good? Correction, you the lowest of the low
You ain't got a 12-gauge, just a super soaker
And when i see you i laugh cuz you spit like a joker
Entertain me with the weak shit you claim
But i'll beat you so hard, you'll forget your name...

DAWG I'M JUS LIKE GODZILLA/
I CRUSH WUT EVA'S IN FRONT OF ME/
DONT SAY U WANT SOME OF ME/
CUZ I'M A WHOLE LOT TO DEAL WIT/
I RHYME LIKE MY STEEL SPIT/
ALWAYS ON POINT/
I'LL BLAZE U NIGGAS LIKE A JOINT/
RIGHT TO ASHES/
I'M WRECKLESS LIKE CAR CRASHES/
DON'T SAY I WONT STOMP U OUT TO FIND WHERE YOUR STASH IS!!!!!

hey deeni the car crashes was what deciet said
ill rip out ur copyin tounge leave u on ur death bed
let u dread this gasoline i spread on ur head
ill burn u to ur last thread but instead
ill just rip on ur gay rhymes
ill keep rippin u 8,9 maybe 10 times
till u keep ur mouth shut or stuffed with limes
uh oh mr godzilla cant think of nething more
cant suck dick cuz his mouths already soar
so jus bend over n take it hardcaore let ur boyfriend explore
ur insides excited cuz hes gettin free rides

Im Bashing This Fool So Im Crunching This Nut-Case,
I Stuck My Dick In Your Mouth Since Your A Fuck-Face..

your the type a person that gives beginners a bad name,
your probably that loser that gets picked last in a school game,
the words you spit makes a nutcase sane,
there aint no other way to describe you your just derranged,
like the scar in the lion king you are untamed in this rap game

Your rhymes are simple, but I guess its right.. you got two first names//
But its not your fault, your family tree's incest is the one to blame//

Un-skrypted when I kick-logistic-rhymes with-meticulous-signs
of the end-of-time and descend-upon-the-men, and render-you-useless
like Alicia Sliverstone, CLUELESS, or maybe like Ashanti cuz all ya rhymes are "FOOLISH"
Ya rhymes aint "reignen down murder, in fact that put my 2 sleep like a Serta
mattress, words hit so hard that you fall throught the canvas

CAMERONJ IS SLACKIN OFF,
HE PROBABLY BE BETTER JACKIN OFF,
CUZ HES SOFT ON THE MIDDLE LIKE A FRUIT PIE,
SO DONT TRY TO COME AGAINST ME,
CUZ I'LL LEAVE THIS WHOLE CYPHER MESSY,
WIT YOUR INNER SELF,
U NEED MY BELT,
SO U COULD MAKE UR RYHMES TIGHTER,
MATTER FACT DON'T EVEN BOTHER,
CUZ I'M SCRAPIN YOU LIKE A NAIL FILER!!!!

Deeni ya lyrics be tiny, aint mean to be a meanie |
But ya need to take a lesson, before you try be be blessin' |
The mic against some. The soft in the middle shit, 50 rip off right? |
Ya didnt even get the copyright done right |
But shit I aint up to fight |
Ya already seen the light. |

Fuck that RX, you think that shit had mass?
I got a new perscription for my foot in your ass
Someone should blast you while you walkin to class
with your geekie mutherfuckin mouth blowin hot gass
This is some glass you ain't meltin with your skillz I'll pass
My stash is bigger than the ass on your girl size a million
You'll never be a rapper just another dead civillion
Grillin your brain drillin it with a dart
Stillin your heart with a trillion or so lines never in wal mart
go back to the hall start and run it again
you've committed a hip hop lyrical sin