I'm back with a whole new twist,
I'm possessed, but I need no exorcist,
I have heard the fiction in your diction and your diss,
I say it should stop, so you best listen to my fists,
Or I'll cut down the whole town in search of you,
Right here, right now, what have you got to prove?
I know you think that these things lack the power to move,
My hands can crush any man's back or spirit, cook his goose,
So be on the side of victory or become forgotten history, time to choose.