U were looking for some trouble now your in it knee deep-
kinda like an eskimo, cuz you were fiendin for some heat-
im a one man wreckin welcomeing comittee-
my rhymes are like the pavement, they'll leave u feelin gritty-
ill topple muffuccas like they were the twin towers-
i get copied quick like luda did austin powers-
you call yourself visions but the truth ain what u see-
if you see a victory when you come up against me-
are u claimin your a prophit? some lyrical type seer?-
forsee my rhymes rape ya, turn ya to a lyrical like queer-
i got bottled up frustrations, so beware of my rage-
u got bundled up tensions,u need to get laid-
i spit 8 bars, of nothin but str8 heat-
u got stink lines comin from your foul smellin feet-
my rhymes are gargantuan, yours that of a flea-
u should change your name to ray cuz nuthin is what u see...