[Verse 1]

Hush child, don't make me affix hatred

Your coordinates into my lingual matrix

And shape this microphone into a dominatrix

Whipping you shameless

Emcees be all tongue and anus

Needless to say, brainless

So take a deep breath and think gracious

Before I scar all your faces

Leavin' that flavored ass tasteless

Still, you boast about cheese lost in the rap races

Fabricatin' first places, champ?

You can't even tie them shoe laces

Rookie, get back to basics

Take ten nostalgic paces

Bow your head and get wasted

As the mere echo of my phrases

Replaces what used to be your mental mazes

Then again, the proceeding statement raises

Much room for debate

Since your labyrinth was a cubical with an open door

In terms of this metaphor

Of course, you poor fallen meteor

Off course, intended to plummet evermore

Throughout the cosmos

Except your path brought you dangerously close

To the burnin' mass of prose they call Dose

Representin' the shores of my conception- coast

Ahhh...squire, to your ignorance we toast

And drink away such pain

My bad, was that your jugular vain?

It's funny, awww, blood stain

You're quite tame

Eyes have lost that pretty flame

Pretty shame and remorse make my palms sweat and voice slightly hoarse

But it's all in sport, or was it the mind?

That there was an introduction to a battle rhyme

[Verse 2]

Come on and let's get down the logistics

As I lay law from the iller district

Leavin' the cock strong dickless

Beings exotically twisted

Like Mayan tapestry-cryptic mic mastery is depicted

As I get down right sadistic, humbling the gifted

Emcees can't even get down

Talkin' about “I get lifted”

Then why ain't you elevatin'

I guess all that masturbation has got you grippin' the mic tight awaitin' some form of sterile sonic ejaculation

Pitiful exhibitionist

I pity you over impotence and relative insignificance

Reminisce in other...

Peace officer

Deceased coffin saw

Other ceremony your master

You should've been a pastor

You can still live a lie

And only greet truth when you die

But you're just high

Well I am surrounded by chickens and snakes in a pigsty

Still, jokers like you wanna battle the white guy

Can't you see soul burnin' in my eye?

For in that eye your prime sacrifice material

Lost in hope of a miracle

But rap most cope with bacterial infections such as thou

Watch where you point that scowl

Were you born the ugly child?

See, I was born phonetically restless

Already able to kinetically impress this silhouette into your breast with spontaneous focus conception

Burnin' flesh with my tempered inflection

Properly certified for stage cross sections

Splittin' all around me, wide open

Leavin' carbon monoxide in the air smokin'

Put it this way- if it breathes it's fuckin' chokin'

On the words I set in motion

Sky splits and thunderclaps

The One has spoken

I battle gods at The Vatican, Parthenon, or Hoboken

Still, your slogan is

"Nah man, I'm not about that Thought Provokin'"

Yes it's true, you're just broken-backed

Harder than English

But this man slaughtered the fiendish

Since the infinite deemed this dark apostle seamless

Among the tattered and dreamless masses of demons

So pray he come like semen

And get lost in my abstract womb

Extracting whom you be through those actions

As you fall to the will of my faction

Thanks, it's been fun practicin'

I'm done taxin'