up dredge tha dead rot, tha hip hop dreadnot, ya get fed led shot from tha blood red dot"
You's rosclot ta dread lock rasta, a foulmouthed imposta, while im like hyawatha drunk on vodka talken impropa to an otta'
"yeah ill rock ya in tha water" jus a lamb led to tha slaughter, like abraham's ya father, patna ya destined fa dishonor'
I got tha parinoid persona an cant avoid tha drama, a marijuna monsta, hell fire hot lava mobbsta"
I shot ya my murder montra, Ill set ya up than stomp ya, A killa here ta conquer cant be controlled and longer'
An I conjure souls of sordid kingz and other terrible thingz, who arise from hells ringz on a bats black wingz'
every breath bringz tha end closer, ta death I burn a boaster, with each turn you learn i smoked ya like a roticery roaster'
Now we know ya suposed ta come back and counter attack make up for what cha lack wit a rendition of rap"
An attempt ta be phat, theres no need for all that jus conceed ta epitaph and you can save me tha laugh'