coming out but not like before
you wanted this lyrical battle
best prepare for war
you'll be left up shit's creek in a boat
with a hole and no oar
your cage will be rattled
begging for a paddle you'll be battled
in shame
butthole swollen, ripped, and tissue's inflamed
covered in shit my boots will just have to be stained
the stage is my church in which rhymes I'm ordained
now your in my court, and it's time to be arraigned
I'm bringing the pain
you should have picked a better target that could have easier been obtained
I'm un chained
trained
to leave you shook feeling restrained
you try to object but all you hear is sustained
pained
left lost and all alone
sucked up and drained
you stood up to the mic on stage my ass is what you wanted to kick
funny
nothing coming out not a wheeze or a shout
you look like a trick
with no dick
I am quick
and I'm out
death blow has been dealt
now your impaired
never to be repaired
scared of the side of me you wish I would have spared
viral video's to Facebook and YouTube links I've done shared
aired like a channel 2 news release
you wanted a war but now crying out peace
you should have never fucked with the lock on the cage which my rage was released
I will grant you your last rites
cause in this church I am the priest
on the mic I'm a beast
your soul I will feast
the words you are spitting sounds like they been leased, rented, or even plagerized,
rewritten and borrowed
your a shell of a man
with the looks of just being hollowed
chewed up, booed off, torn apart and swallowed
so go ahead sit back as you lose your manhood
I havent even begun to rise to the challenge I'm rolling me up another backwoods
cause finally I see
a piss ant flea
like you
never to achieve
what you set out for
so it's best you just leave
your like that booger boo of yours with that fucked up weave
it's mind boggling
just hard to believe
you could ever be a worthy opponent
just own it
you knew you weren't even a challenger
what gave you the balls to think you were even in my caliber
your a garden slug
I'm a fucking rattler
when we start to put in work
doing dirt
you become the tattler
pointing your fingers crying and snitching
the exit's stage left and quit your fucking bitching
cause when it's all said and done
and the words have been disbursed
your cowering down cause this is only the first verse....
