What tha fuck did you just fuckin say bout me, you lil biiiatch, biatch? I’ll gotz you know I graduated top of mah class up in tha Navy Seals, n' I’ve been involved up in a shitload of secret raidz on Al-Quaeda, n' I gotz over 300 confirmed kills. I be trained up in gorilla warfare n' I’m tha top sniper up in tha entire US armed forces. Yo ass is not a god damn thang ta mah crazy ass but just another target. I will wipe you tha fuck up wit precision tha likez of which has never been peeped before on dis Earth, mark mah fuckin lyrics. Yo ass be thinkin you can git away wit sayin dat shizzle ta mah crazy ass over tha Internizzle, biatch? Think again, fucker fo' realz. As our crazy-ass asses drop a rhyme I be contactin mah secret network of spies across tha USA n' yo' IP is bein traced muthafuckin right now so you mo' betta prepare fo' tha storm, maggot. Da storm dat wipes up tha pathetic lil muthafuckin thang you call yo' life. You’re fuckin dead, kid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I can be anywhere, anytime, n' I can bust a cap up in you up in over seven hundred ways, n' that’s just wit mah bare hands. Not only be I extensively trained up in unarmed combat yo, but I gotz access ta tha entire arsenal of tha United Hoodz Marine Corps n' I will bust it ta itz full extent ta wipe yo' miserable ass off tha grill of tha continent, you lil shit. If only you could gotz known what tha fuck unholy retribution yo' lil "def" comment was bout ta brang down upon you, maybe you would gotz held yo' fuckin tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, n' now you’re payin tha price, you goddamn idiot. I will shizzle fury all over you n' yo big-ass booty is ghon drown up in dat shit. You’re fuckin dead, kiddo.