I'm the redneck word processor, the professor the rap game malestor, and jester, catch me wrong and I'll have to test ya, killing your rymes leaving you paranoid looking out the blinds, laying pages like motherfucking high times, so keep coming with your lyrical, hope you know the material ,came hard like a general, till I laid it down like a super human miracle, erased your words cause all you do is mumble your silables, killing your rymes like a homicide criminal, the message is clear ,no its not subliminal, I don't have to try to win, I don't want to win, I'll keep writing to the very end with a grin press send, and pretend you did me in , shining your lie to all friends, how long has it been since caught you on that chin ,you didn't have shit to say then, half ass friend, best stay in ya lane , before I leave ya lame ,should of stayed out of the rap game .you are a shame so please refrain from uttering my name , or I'll have to slay your ass just like the past, when ya girl came over and wet up my mast, this is the last play of the day , I already have you with nothing to say,live day by day burnt you so bad that I put you away when I dumped my fucking ash tray.