You're so weak, you're in your ANDROPAUSE (male menopausal period) and now m gonna take u out wif deafening roundz of APPLAUSE.
C'mon Rickosi, pleeassse. Lemme use you 4 ma lab TEST. Dissect u like an INSECT or better still, treat you like a PEST. I'm tha Rhyme Lord of 2wap's NEST. Bow Now, 2 ma CONQUEST. You's a rhymer, but a faker: you can't stand ma Heckler's TEST (Heckler 'n Koch Rifle.) Even when you wear a Kevlar VEST, ma vocal BULLETS are still gonna pierce through 2 your CHEST, splitting your vocal CORDS like axes on LOGS, makin u go speechless b4 I lay u 2 REST
I'm da CRUELLEST Rapper from tha WEST, wid a QUEST in 2wap 2 erase fake niggaz' BEST wid tha LEAST of ma BEST.
Watch it lil' Reptile! M not makin a JEST. I'm a threat to your EXISTENCE and ma CONSISTENCE beats your RESISTANCE. Wanna confirm? Be ma GUEST. Lemme SHORTLIST u in ma BLACKLIST and MERCILESSLY make u tha NEXT nigga to get a Rap HEX before puttin u UNDERGROUND, under a Vultures NEST.
Check ma avatar, I gat your head wif others ROLLIN. Guess you know now dat I'm da real ish u should b DREADIN. SMASHING your weak skull wif this ma ill little THREADIN, as I rhyme ma way 2 tha Top, u wish u was NEARIN. Now your bitches TRIPPIN cuz they see your stick go WEAKENING, at tha WHIPPIN of my words, OMG, look at 'em DRIPPING! SCREAMING ma name, "CYRUS, BE MA MAN ," they can't withstand ME. Now, Cyrus is NAILING 'em Pussies, while you are WAILING..
Da bottom LINE of ma words make you so rotten in QUICKTIME. I stay sticky on all your 10 fingaz like I was THICK SLIME, HELL, Dickhole, in this battle, you can't even type in good TIME, cuz u is battling Cyrus, Tha Wonder King from an old TIME, who put an end 2 tha Babylonian EMPIRE, at its CLIME. My lungs are full of NAPALM, every shxt I spill blows you in NO TIME. From every height you've CLIMBED, I'll pull u down, stick u in thick SLIME. When I'm boRed, I'll reverse tha process, wif ma own SANDS OF TIME (Prince of Persia.)
I'll subject u 2 LOBOTOMY,
in ma LAB of ANATOMY. Oppress u with ma TYRANNY, wif indefatigable ENERGY. I'll have u feed from d scraps of ma rap DINNER, u mur'fuckin PRETENDER. Work your arse OUT, till u black-OUT: U'r ma slave, stupid FaKER. Give u a whip-arse all day, while u sucking on ma SPUNKA. Cuz ma SPUNKA got what it takes 2 make u a real PLAYA.
U're a lyrical mish-MASH. Your words so unconnected, u spit THRASH. Come over here, lemme whip yo ARSE, n How 2 Rap, I'll teach, REHEARSE.
Tha Cyrus is so MAGNIFICENT. His SWag is so SWAGNIFICENT. Cum's splashing like ACE OF SPADES/ over your fuck-dizzied bitches' FACE/ while DICKHOLE stinks so putrid like his dizzied WHORES stretched ARSEHOLE.
I'm a Sage and a MAVERICK. I even got many MAGIC TRICKs. I'll leave your brain so very SICk, wif a wave of ma magic STICK. I stand strong like a BRICK wall, when you see me, you SHRINK dumb. A tol ya b4, amma skool your dumbASS, weakened JACKASS! Get back inside Nigga, tha rap CLASS ain't fucking over. Where I DISS u, tha GRASS ain't gonna GROW. Homie u can KISS ma NITROed ARSE n BLOW.
I SPILL ILL shxt you cocksucka can't but FEEL, so suck ma dick cuz it's da REAL THRILL. I'm da RAW DEAL, pokin deep holes in your mur'fuckin spine wif ma WORD DRILL. I gat tha brute SKILL n amma change all you SPILL to NIL. Unweaned dick sucka, u had better lay low cuz amma whip your arse 4 FUN. And when m done whippin, randomly mutate you till I YAWN.
I'm tha NOTORIOUS CYRUS, was born With SCUDS (missiles,) read ma WORDS. Pity u got paired with a fiend like me in this TOURNEY. Your JOURNEY's gonna end SWIFTLY, cuz I ain't gat MERCY. Amma bat (beat) you up wif'a HOCKEY stick, uncool MONKEY. When u land, amma erase your arse with a LOCKHEED (missile.) Guess'd you'd not be glad, I took you down wif more smoke than WEED. A noble DEED, I DID rather than skool yo arse with a REED. I know thatz what you NEED, but mur'sucker did you READ, I's tha NOTORIOUS CYRUS?
I splatter vocabulary so CONTAGIOUS. M a VIRUS, but u feel me like CONFUCIUS (tha renowned Chinese Sage.) I gat your hands on your head n your Jaws, slaCkin, cuz you lack ma kind of TACTICS. All the TACTICS u think u got, I lit-up wif MATCHSTICKS, n ma DRASTIC Shit's soon gonna make you go so SPASTIC. You shouldn't even be thinking of any PROPHYLACTICS.
I know you've heard tha saying that, "A stitch in time saves NINE." Amma let u get no STITCHES; fill u with ma NINE (Barretta 9mm.)