I`ll send a picture of your mom while she gave me blow in kitchen // Bring a whole new meaning to the term; Got the picture? // So you want to diss huh? Think twice // Like if you failed to freestyle and you have to spit twice // Man I spit tight, you spit wack // You´re acting like a chick when she blowed me, you don`t spit back // The flow´s pitch black but the rapper is white // Got the skeptics saying; "This ain`t happening, right?" // I`m back on the mic, so what the hell did you think? // It´s like you freestyle your songs, man it`s better to think // I can tell that you stink, just by looking at you now // Alot of *pff* *pff*`s, the mic is too close to your mouth // You damn rookie, I plan to be the baddest in Sweden // You can´t see me like Bizzare can`t see his own penis // Imagine this, my rhymes ten years from now // It´s reversed, now they want to battle me for the crown // That shit is funny, like Jin being signed to Ruff Ryders // While the chinese pronounce the shit like; Lyff Lydels // Ironic like Fifty rappin` about nines // Then they shot him, get it? The number nine? // If somebody said I`m wack then you have`nt heard shit // It burns quick when I spit and get the first hit // Nurse quick! - Suddenly you rappers turn sick // Turn spit into venom, check the wordsmith // It´s best to turn quick. Don`t test the nerves, kid // Disperse quick, type of shit that`ll get you nerds pissed // Caress your girl´s tits and test your girl´s clit // Turn spit into venom, check the wordsmith // Your mom`s gotta learn to swallow, when my pants drop // She`s like a hand model, only doing hand-jobs // The mic`s about to blow in every single direction // Like a groupie in a room with famous men with connections // Listen, when i started gettin` into this rap // I did´nt understand slangs, did`nt understad "Wack" // Heard cats saying it when they listened to certain tracks // Then I heard you spit and i was like; "mr. Wack??" // This´ the track and the cat you`ve been looking for // Raw... Even tho` I look sweeter then a cookie store // Forget a phone booth, Crome`s on a roof // With a PSG Rifle observing a whole school // A poet at work, open a verse // Like a door on a plane during a flight, I know man Crome is insane // The flow is berzerk and so if the work // The X-Men told me not to go and focus on words // Because I can kill rappers, the rap mutant // That`s why Professor X said that he wants me as his student // Ya`ll can call me mr. Dunn // They got detectors for guns but the machine missed the tongue //
- "This one here just might be my masterpiece..."