i smash u wid dis bag of grain / and drain this blood from ya vein / u feel strained and stressed / ive gained and i guess im the best / ull need more than a vest on ur chest / shit, better yet, get a fuckin bodygaurd and have protected sex / i hope u no im sicker than cancer, aids, and lukemia combined / and ill leave your body with a new design like u just switched minds/ in time, my rhyme will go down as oh so fine / cause my skills r like a hill / that nobody can climb

next weapon: corpse infested with anthrax