One fell, two fell ,three motherfuckers fell ,daring to enter the chamber in wich i dwell with
Me and my minions shooting so called angels from hell ,having as protection my lyrical shell
Dont try to seed me with yo weak emcee lines or else i will ring the alarm bell so you can say fare-well
To your nose and sense of smell cause my rhimes will kick ya in yo litle "miguelle"
Boy i can write a full pastel with the disses i throw at you like yo dadys gay kisses
Because i excel at kicking out people from the hotel and steping on their nerve cell
Raising hell in yo mind and receiving a nobel from man-kind for telling the truth ,appart from yo lies
About your life that watters eyes about a foolish wise guy who dies named Em-Seed
Who looks like a koi fish and drops toyish remarks alone in the dark ,aint that right Mark?
Or Mark Whippy ,the name that brought you in childhood a pain-therapy each time the boys
Saw you playing with poos and wees around the bees paying the dog to stand as you milk his toys
That gave you the nickname muzzy ,confused at start where to put in the big fuzzy things
But at second you put them in the mouth and blow them out ,helping the dog Mark his teritorry
Remaining in the Shadow using weak Fire as his accesory having the dire fate of a liar
Tyeing him with my lirycal barbed wire prior to the desire of sticking him in the grill frier
Then put you under enemy fire hearing you scream like a town crier squashed by a truck tire
Because im the top Villain of the universe i spitt evil shit like im mf doom at his prime
Flowin mean lyrics as if i killed this wigga by committin a skillfull crime at this time
Because my mentals quick, and skulls too thick for your weak ass metaphors but remmember this
Ill leave your brain leakin on the floor take your money and make you poor also making your girl my whore

i need targets for me to break, you gave me plenty,
coz that verse is really 40 bars disguised as 20,
now your 40 bars are taking shots like its a glass of henney
but its a shot you can't cope with, shit i wrote with's a bit more potent,
a pen ink laced with cyanide, so don't try and hide,
behind bars no one will read, you're always in sight of em-see'd,
my insight is out of sight, if you can't get that right,
i'll bomb you out of this site, with satellites you barely feed my appetite,
you probably couldn't read yet rap it right, i've got a sixth sense,
for fools sounding pretty tense, i condense dense mc's who claim to make a stake in my cream,
not even in your dreams, maybe try it again in your nightmares,
i'm light years, ahead of you queers, who probably give you slight stares,
you don't deserve to write here, search a dictionary, make rhymes that don't mean shit i don't care,
i already won the 1st two rounds, should throw this one away,
but mate your "dog porn" verse was so gay, even your facts weren't straight,
the names Mark Whippy coz i give you marks an ass whipping,
get a grip ace coz your slipping, tripping from the dope i'm ripping,
but i don't wanna steal pityful hoes, i deal spiritual blows, with real lyrical flows,
and still ridicule foes, with ill inpenetrable prose, i barely read your last verse anyway,
it was some kiddy shit about poo's wee's n bee's i could beat with ease, i'll beat you in my...zzzzzz's

I'm the ace you're a joker, your dismayed (diss made)
you get played like arcades i'll take the accolades
and dig your grave with spades, bash your head with a club its a heart attack
back track n pack away your stack of fake diamonds you ain't shinin