aight fuck it. ill go firzt ya fuckin homo.
Tragic habitz lead to cazketz bein filled with bloody carcasses/
remarkable shotz "Stolen From Tha Mynd Of FaTaL NyGhTmArE" bring tha gear to start-thiz-shyt/
i aint no rookie sucka ive been around longer-than-you/
in battlez where tha stronger-man-rulez ill leave you in puddlez of blood where u can ponder-my-viewz/
realizticly you aint shyt-to-me, TRAGIC LOSSES goin down az tha biggezt hoe in Siccness-hiztory/
a viscious-victory on my behalf, Tragic'z story airing on Unsolved Mysteriez/
thiz aint no trickery, you can add another check to you lizt-of-LOSSES/
challenging me? thinking you tha shyt but newsflash bytch-im-flawless/
im about to come sicker than your wife givin head along with anal-lickz/
lemme reach into my bag of fatal-trickz and turn-tha-tablez-bytch/
fuck you, fuck your wife, and fuck your futuriztic-children/
i pull-biliztic-killinz leavin bodiez hangin from blue-artiztic-cielinz/ (cielingz)
ill pound your ass into tha ground, i aint playin when i say-it/
you drop to tha pavement with blood trickling out your anus/
and you thought you were couragous, next tyme think-twice/
you betta keep me away from tha wife cuz ill be all up in tha pink-vice/
i givez a fuck, im bout to buzt a verbal nut and leave tha sperm-in-butt/
makin your hoe slurp-it-up az i search-and-hunt plottin to lurk-and-dump/
you cry lyke a virgin gettin fucked for tha firzt tyme/
tha worzt part about it, you're not even cryin bout your own rhymez/
bytching and moaning bout how Tim C lozt-hiz-match/
clinging to hiz nutz cuz hiz hopez of advancing to round 2 got-snatched/
you swing so hard you muzt be equipped with bagz-of-rope/
fagz-get-choked in tha land-of-smoke, you see Tim C'z nutz and immediatly uze your hand-to-stroke/
goddamn-you-hoe, ya got more grip on that sac than a hand full of crazy-glue/
ill slaughter you, buztin a nut in your eye leavin you with a hazy-view/
you're a fuckin target lyke that bytch Osama Bin Laden, bombz begin droppin/
i put it on my hood, step into my world and you'll be leavin in a caufin/
i aint playin hoe.
go ahead and sit and think of your rhymez for hourz. i givez a shyt. unlyke you, thiz flowz board meanz nothing to me. itz your lyfe i guess. wutever tho muthafucka, if you think battling me iz gonna change my mynd about you, you're wrong. win or loze, you're still a FAG.
