Your downfall

i'll use your head like my scratch pad,

you're not a rapper, you're more like a note head,

a fuck up for a pothead,

and i think i speak for whole RapPad if i say i hope your ass will fuckin drop dead,

i bring you agony, lyrically, C i ain't bragging G,

but that fucking around with me, is gonna harm you seriously,

you'll get more hurt by every word i burt,

until you're burried in mud and dirt,

you got a date with death, and man you got flirt,

you're arm will be amputated, i'ma hitcha over the head with it,

and believe me you're gonna hate it,

let me cool you off with the fire i spit,

and the harder you fight, the colder i get,

uh, i blaze your face like kush'N'haze,

The Mercyfull, Smoking the place,

call me a condom, cause i dissapear without leaving a single trace,