Battle Bars

I'm the Grandmaster of Rap on this Classical Track,

I'll pull out the pump to prevent ya Asthma Attack

My heavyhitting lyrics cause Disastrous Acts,

Compared to me, All you Bastards are Whack

I'll outshine you all muthafucka, I'll leave a Tan on ya Back

If you think you can take me out, You must be on Acid or Crack

Coming against me, All of ya Assassins get Whacked

I'll stick a red hot poker up your Wifes Vaginal Gap

Coming against me muthafucker? You Have to Adapt

Blunt force Trauma to ya Head with the Back of an Axe

Then have a picnic at the local park with a Basket of Snacks

Throw ya corpse down an Alleyway Passage of Dead Rabbits and Cats

MUTHAFUCKA!