Who's man enough to discuss what the f*** I discuss
when I buss I leave your shit decomposed and crushed
Such and such labeled as f***ed, I bring a lyrical sand storm and leave your lable disabled in dust. I blur enemy radars no time to adjust coz the emotions I strike into my foes hearts is the opposite of trust. On your bitch I inflict lust, All the liquid I release from the dick gettin gobbled up, against free will. Ja, jy't reg gehoor, jou fokken nool, lek die tril. and if you like I might put a spike through your MC skills, My shits poisonous like a f***in chemical spill. Another f***er from Amityville, f*** a cavity fill you can get popped while you wait in line to make an appointment still.
My influence is permanent like the ink in my skin, I eat your style up like the ice after I've been drinkin my gin. I leave saints stinkin in sin, Split your chin with a power punch like Tekken 3's Jin, f*** with me - you'll end up in a disposal bin... The odds of you standin a chance to win, is zero want die goed wat jy spit maak fokkol sin...