Attack back to the QuackPack

The quack pack are using their wack raps against us

Maybe ill snap back with a packed mac and let the lead bust

 

I'll manhandle these fucks / The rhino almost damn trampled these ducks

I'm boss like Van Damme with the trucks

 

Toss these fags back to where they came from

Quacking when i'm rapping sending back them to their lame pond

 

Supernova is always talking the shit

He'll be walking with limps / once i've confronted his pimp

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

If you run away i will capture your mother

 

I'm walking towards your corpses

I'll be gorging your organs and scorching your coffins

Ripping you with the fork that im forging

Often resorting to warping your comments

 

I've got the boss flow, spit progression

I'll come from multiple angles like a cross road intersection

 

I will use my intricate lyrics to expose their simplest gimmicks

I'll destroy these nibbling nitwits

Bunch of diva's using their glistening lipstick

It was wicked the image was vividly cryptic

All i know is... I'm in it to win it

I pillaged your village with pickets/ and ridded you villains and bigots

I'm spitting 'n' killing this quick shit..

 

I'll enjoy my bag of booze

You fags are though / Im a military paratroop

Lit your houses on fire and deployed my parachute

Annoyed with you rapping dudes

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

 

I visited your sisters and we had some intimate fucking

I distributed the dick with infinite loving

Killed the bitch before i left her, in case she delivered some ducklings

 

The people on rappad abhor your views

Doesn't matter if the score is true

Because i can rap circles around these hoards of poofs

I don't know what you bitches can hope to prove

So how about you just hang yourself's with rope or noose