before u die just know this/u betta concentrate n focus/
on writin nothin but dope shit/cuz when the door is opened/
theres no way to close it/and once my flows spit/
the entire mode flips/from lethal to feroscious/
the throne is/mine i guarantee,even the robe fits/
i just gotta snatch the crown/
so whatteva faggot clown/who thinks he has it, betta pass it down/
or get the back of ya knee caps blasted out/
u fall to the floor, bitch who's laughin now?/
its like u got the wackest style/in history
i just look at the screen and crack a smile/
crush u completely and leave u askin how/
cuz im the master, u average weaklings have to bow/
i'll display my intellect/on a page in the internet/
and slay u wit the best/lyrics
to convince the rest/im ill, and persuade u to quit n rest/
and i'll fight u toys/wit the fist, pen, mic or voice/
but if i use this tool/ to diss you/ i'll rip through/the screen
till every single pixel/ hits you/ like a fistful of nickels...

...and to ALL u kid-krews/tryin to write,this site has been mis-used/
this' true/emceein, challenge me an' ya j'st loose./