Damn I had to put the Doc CD on pause to write this.//
All Hallowz, sendin' lyrical hollow tips,//
to ConnDemned's lips.//
Just rearranged my combatant tactics.//
Dare you to match wits.//
But static arises and you act frantic.//
Little homie please don't panic.//
But I'm huntin' you like deer meat.//
Shotgun bullets pierce through your fleece,//
Puncture your cardio, takin' your heart beat.//
So you're ConnDemned? Condemned to what?//
To a life of rap, in which you succ,//
and is constantly gettin' tucced?//
Did you really think you could beat me at rappin'?//
It's more likely to see a Brazillian cannible use a napkin.//
So I guess it was you to be my next hit.//
Put this flow on the next Faces of Death flicc.//
Don't respond ain't no need for me to write again.//
All you heard was a deep voice from Smurf sayin' "FINISH HIM!"//
Go ahead and remix my flow... It's predictable....