do the math with an axe ill make u ~divide ya self~/

I saw the craze in ya eyes when ya mind dispelled

with ya brains at ya side, ur beside ya self//

ull fry in hell, if you get E pissed/

my fists will open up ya nose like ~breathe strips~//

so u couldnt calculate the damage from a punch/

complain about the wait so ill unravel ya guts since ya pannies in a bunch

and I aint tryin to stunt but im ~ridin oldschool~ with his Granny in the trunk//

u a pansy and a punk Ill put the pump on ya on tonsils/

and blow off ya acne face n leave the bumps on ya consel//

Ill use the mic as my knife as I rip incisions/

on ya skills i wont make a snippet cuz their already shorter than ya stint in prison!/

Im gettin too much static from watchin ya petty diction

so im stick a hanger in the top of ~tellavision~//

ill rock ya little mental until ya thoughts spill out/

stab you to death wit my pen til I blot u out/

since ya spits reek of feet when you talkin aloud/

ima act like ~Mankind~ and put a sock in ya mouth//

truthfully i dont see whats so divine about this one/

oh i kno! all his followers say "O God!" when their gettin their dick sucked/

Zumas flow thinner than paper now watch it get ripped up/

duct taped and zipped up stabbed in his abs watch him ~drip~ like a tipped cup//

i gives a fuck how evil Zuma think he is/

cuz all his spit is cunt like mangy lesbians/

so i dont take heed to the threat presented/

cuz ill flip over his hour glass hell be dead in minute//

yea i said tha same thing homie...its better if errbody come off tha top wit it, but its still good