O.k, time to blitz sublime with wits as wild as manic childish fits,
Volcanic rhymin' spits, from my fightin right wrists satanic writin' fist,
You panic, cry 'n quit just in time to shit your diaper badly,
You cant defy a script so wild it kicks like Michael Flatley,
I`m twice as manly in a tutu as you fools in ya two crews,
And you dudes have screws loose duelin' with a true Zues,
Truth is you`ll lose it with bruises from the God of War.
You'll die and subside before you find out why or what the for,
You`ll rot deformed when i drop the storm to make ya hurt again,
My perfect pen can whirl and spin the words n' then it`s hurricane,
A world o' pain will return again if you resurrect the text i wrecked,
I`ll disregard the lyrical and be physically breakin necks direct.
Next i`ll check on your family and happily slaughter them,
Dress you in your wife's clothes, you`ll like those I bought her them,
I taught her when it`s time ta eat a dick....Everytime my finga's click,
"Why`d ya bring a stick?"`s what she said first time she seen ma prick,
So obscene it`s sick, the shit i did to her, and more so that she loved it,
Made her ass bleed, bad deed. The shit was pourin like a flood hit.
If this spit was borin like a club hit, i`d dub it and delete the warped parts,
But, i won`t i`ll save it for depraved kids who hate shit that warms hearts.
Just tryin to get the creative juices flowin again.