intro...Im gawd, better notice d vet. chrome to ur breast. call whatever god, its hopeless, ur dead
...I let you think your Chi's Greater... then put that many holes in ur chest
(cheese grater)

throw me ur best. I take out pun,
bag im n leave. Ull get eden..Adam n eve.
im trigger happy. aim this mag at ur brains. have ur top blown off like a cap in d breeze.
(eaten)

Bawse in this beech. Bleep wimme n these guns flip im quick.
Im like an addicted gambler at them slots when Im pumping this geek.
cos Ill keep pulling d metal until something gits hit!

I aint ceasing till this midget is knocked cold.
Textcees r endangered species d reason is ur whack writtens n long poems
what u script ain just a far cry from textbattle, its an SOS message from Rap written in morse code.

this boy think he fierce? when all he scripts is annoying, n queer.
Aint no surprise he's spreading Lysol over the place...fool's been cleaning toilets for years/

So stop the fake shit. we know d winner is gawd. Aint nobody think this beech tough. but who knows? if u got a little bit luck,...
this cud end with a turn around. cos maybe just sticking my knife in isn't enough.

Thepunisher:
check

where u at man

Cech

in