[The Chris]

I was about to drop a verse concerning your moms now that the flow's on/
but to be honest she looks better with her cloths on/
sagging breasts and a ##### like a canyon/
not to mention the poop smells like salmon/
but forget that, I'm back like return of the jedi/
rhymes more dope than haze, can't you tell by my red eyes?/

What I spit hits you in the head harder than a dodgeball in gym class/
causing you to give more "oral sex" to men than "Rass Kass"/
your poop smells so bad, I don't even wanna blaze you, I just pass/

but I take a look at you and imagine what you looked like when you were just a seed/
than inflict more mental scares in you than the breasts on Tara Reid/
This is a jury of one, thou is not permitted to plead/
the pentalty is death by 1000 crows, once he has committed the deed/
your bile tastes like the finest champaign to them, so they commence to feed/
darting directly for your eyes, never again will you read/
in your final moments of life you question your creed/
than thank me, for because of my work you have nowbeen freed/
Slain by the Battleaxe of glory/
end of story.