They say the pen is mightier than the sword, but little small timers like you aint got nothin against the Horde. You bringin more beef than a bucher's shop, but you just mad we're rolling down ya block. Probably more vegetarian than a Vinithi, your rhymin's lame, just quit the game, you feel me? Hoppin on technology, impossibly, unstoppable velocity, poppin you like Charlie Sheen in 2013. Guns, ships and warlords, all fightin for the cause, while you still at home so your moma can wash out your draws. But dont get me wrong, I aint about that hatin. I'm constantly debatin, while you sprawled out on pavement. Maybe the Vong ain't right, and I aint picking sides, just letting you know that I am ending the fight. This worlds doomed anyway, you think your safe? No one is escapin the fires of Judgement day. Man, we be killin it like its genocide, you need peroxide, maybe a cloth to get the tears out ya eyes? Living down the barrel of a gun, don't fight us one to one you, say you got knights? That's cool, why don't you Praise the Sun!
DROP DAT BEAT NUJABES
Idk man I got bored haha.