D-boy: HA, you hurting the pardy is a joke right? We are the best at what we do. you bring the rhymes sag, and I will bring the pain.
All you can claim is to bring the pain -
but I deal hits to the brain that drive men insane.
You guzzle twelve packs to drown out your trouble -
I'll roundhouse your face, put you out on the double.
But wait - you don't know the fate that you're tempting -
I'd like to put it in your brains, but no dice - your dome is empty.
So pump your brakes before you burn and crash -
or your false aspirations will all turn to ash.
Elbows to temples, you prick. Make like a chess piece and check yourself.