''YOu just Throwin some lines, and make it sound as hot as mine
when its not Fine,stop lyin and Find a Good Rhyme''
HAHAHHAHAAHAHAHA.....Bitch.
I'm bout' to murder this ink when I kill this wannabe Ja Rule
Ra's cool, he blessed me with the flame to schorch fools
motherfucker, messing with my crew, means you dead too
head's blew, already murked once, time for the dread two
to fuckin' blue your face faster then a red robin's Hamburger
bam, burner burns your Timmy Turner look alike ass burgler
Brush this wannabe Textcee, you got me vexed see? I'm angry
I'll pan thee like mixing, only difference is you'll die sadly
Doesn't take multiple randomly syncronized CAPS, letters
or symbols to severe this motherfucker, Coleon was better
suited to diss a pathetic, synthetic epidemic of garbage
but your rediculous attempts at being a lyricist causes Carnage
to come out of his shell, and cover your vision with red
it's a mixture of fire and dread, oh and the blood from your head.