You're going to taste 20 different flavors of defeat
Don't leave now, this rap is incomplete
I haven't even really started, hold on to your seat
I'm already sweating from the incoming heat
I hope you came into this with a lot of preparation
Cause boy, I'm about to give you the corporation
No items, Fox only, it's your Final Destination
I'm spitting more flames, call the fire station
You call yourself RADicate, lookin like Youngster Joey
It ain't close to Christmas but the weather's looking snowy
You're not the "best rapper here by far". Boy, that's me
You already know my lyrics sting like bees
You've lost, it's over, give up on rap
That's right, get out of my face with that crap
I don't wanna see you try to mess with me again
I won't give up yet but for now this is the end