(Mawthra : Verse 1)

Yo yo call me a rhymer

Boomslang hypeman call me the viper

Old timer c..call me a liar

But dont fuckin call me to whine or

Ooooor to moan and bitch im known to get cold

As the flow will let

My broken pen's but an olden kris

And im already tough as the going gets and this

Rap shit's been poppin

I ain't fixin up to respond to

All that mad shit you been talkin

Bitch this class dismissed promptly

'fuck off

And im focused i ain't boastin

But my throats roasted

Tell that doctor up my dosage

Ima monster fuck my hometown gone

(Disjointed : Verse 2)

Munch on this, I run this shit

Punching chicks while I bust something sick

‘fucking funk funguses, front for fun, flunking

Unfunctioned fumished fumishness

Only rap on topsy turvy beats

Roll call, i’m a monstrous dirty beast

Roald dahl, on the top of foxy, curvy broads

Talking germy sauce, walk in fervently

Hit cats below the chastity belt

Fuck the hand I was tactfully dealt

Confident I’m ominous, problem kids

Shoot up schools listening to my songs and shit

But then again, so does everybody else

Bloody hell, cutting your buddy up in a muddy well

Rubbing ‘em up and then fucking stuffin

Them up in a cupboard until nothing is sucking, been a bit nutty yeah