Originally posted by .Vanilla.
You'd better watch out who you're calling into battle,
I'll brand your fat ass and herd you like cattle,
You're talkin to the Murder Junkie the MB pimp,
comin at me with your weak rhymes I'm gonna make you my gimp,
you chimp you know that I'm a boyfriend of your mother's,
I'm so fukkin old I spawned your sisters and your brothers,
My flow comes down like a typhoon,
Your mammas hairy triangle looks like an axe wound,
She always wants to fuck me cuz I'm famous,
So I fucked away the membrane between her pussy and her anus,
her hunger is compulsive for the pole,
when I knocked her up with you, you were delivered out her asshole
You had better think again before you mess with a veteran,
come at me with a rhyme and I'll school your ass again
You decided to get at me, hands up for the brave soul,
Spawned my siblings? You limp dick faggot, probably age old,
I'll take your word for it, I mean, if you say so,
Just kidding, I'm about to unleash my caged rage flow,
You won't keep up, you'll be flipping the page slow,
I pass tests on the spot, while your only option is the take home,
You please nobody, all you get it fake moans,
Speaking of school, you can really use some help on em rap skills,
Fuck it, I'll even be nice enough to help you on your math skills,
I feel bad for you, can't get no pussy so all you do is fap still,
Here, let me show you what a real fucking threat is,
Smash you with a super kick like I'm Anthony Pettis,
Or run you over like I'm Jerome "The Bus" Bettis,
You're a weak vegetable, and I got the sudden urge to crush lettuce,
You sick fuck, getting turned on by old metal with your rust fetish,
I'm about ready to turn into a real damn killa,
You make it too easy, specially with a name like Vanilla,
What's this bullshit about a typhoon?
I'm on crazy flow, call this shit mic doom,
You're my target, I'm zoomed in and you're about to die soon,
But I grant you a few more breaths so you can reply,
After your next weak trash bars, I'll say my final goodbye.