I blast open mics whether invited or not/
trample my opponent even the viewers of-course//
snipe a trusted sniper and burn the fire fighters/
haters get incacerated, dicapitated and then fed to dozens of rockwiders//
if you think you cool (
Z-DIGITAL) , U get thrown at the sun's epicenter/
survive that, then you get to throw only ten tantrums//
kid you whack, admit it, u still wouldn't be sweet spittin over candy bars/
Im a cannibal/ you harmless, a toothless herbivore//
this grown man bussiness, so go chop foreskin/
you better off pretending to be dope wacthing SHIZ-NIZ//
you damn right you fool, you won't resurrect from this lyrical abolishiment/
show you the existence of big pun with this capital punishment//

"Hip Hip is Hip Hip, We quick to Judge,
But we aint quick enough to not be Judged"
- Philo (Bloem Cat)