I gave your mind so much food
It must have put on some weight
Soon it'll face obesity, basically
Bullsh!t like yours is not new to me
It's been two years old yesterday
Inconsequential though it might be –
Step lightly or things might turn final
"Rude", "good" and "cocky" – alright, that's Mozzy
I got my English like that by not being lazy
Practicing daily while frail lames like you
'been chasing daisies and fairies
I'm the rhymer that turns any battle grimier
This bout is the bomb but I'm the primer
I'm finer than all of'em local one-liners
Stymied by my style, forced to stay behind me
I'm the hard-liner that'll shatter your spinal
Record the sound and release it on vinyl
Wielding rhymes that scorch like welding blowpipes
Reach out for the sky and shake loose the stars
Like it's no crime
"Tart"? That's coming from a retard whose real name's Bart
Who cannot use the proper hole to fart
Cuz he's always being rammed from the back
By a long-haired bard
I'll hit you harder one more time
Like I stole Britney's text and said it was mine
Don't try to keep me confined behind bars
I'll spar and space-rocket your azz to Mars
Puncture your skull with shuriken ninja stars
Like Ghostface throwing poisonous darts
Explode my cell and the wardens
Then hijack your plane
Like I'm Cyrus The Virus
Severe your vitals cuz you're a mere mortal
That's manslaughter, pray if you're pious

The "twitched witches" bit appreciated
I might berate you now
But I grin and shake hands later
My fate's to stay good-natured
No hatred, I'm just rhyme-elated