Yo', A new challenger approaches
Deadly and ill, prepared for the kill
Crushing all the roaches remorseless
It's time to spread the gore
In this verbal communication war
With my unstoppable forces
Amidst the silence and lack of rap
I can see and sense that the
Weak MC's be running out of rhymes
So I keep this shit pumping on time
What was that? Just the wind
Because all that there be
Is the one who won without a doubt
The spry opted scout manipulator
Master plan innovator of orchestrated
Events to prevent disasters
Ripping it up hard this wild card
Tears it apart to keep you flipping
Just beginning now phase two
Coming at you until you bust
Reducing competition to dust
With satellite rockets, cruising
Locked and ready, steady be
The eye of the sniper scope
The ten thousand daoist fists
Got you rocked to the dome
Followed by a flurry of kicks
That kick it up to the next level
Target acquired, get leveled
Phase three of this killing spree
My bunker busting missiles
Aimed precise at your brain
Will leave you wallowing in pain
Hemorrhaged, internal bleeding
Then more rich in potassium
A lethal dose of chemicals
Turned chain reactions
That enter in several stages
First your blood turns to foam
Then your muscles contract
Then the pressure builds
Immense agony in a few seconds
Climaxing at the point where
You excrete your insides
Out of every orifice*
Torn with this, I got you kids hit
This shit be to supreme you
Sons can't be redeemed
Like a land mine
But hidden within your mind
Until one day these lines
Will blow up your confines