ayo look,
Why does he name his self rixa mixa for?/
well i'll rip off ur fingers so u can mix no more/
il be throwing bricks at ya head then keep slaming ur head in my door/
blow up ya house with u in it, with a litle plastic explosive called c-4
l leave ur mum crying because ur dead and shes only left with ya heart/
because the rest of ya body was ripped apart/
trying 2 diss me on the callout bitch u aint very smart/
and i bet u wish afteru wrote that u could just press restart/
talking nothing now apart from pure hatrid/
ill take this liltle kid and stick nails straight tru his left eyelid/
dont get scared rixa, because this aint for the faint hearted/
ill piss of mixa, like wen his lil' chick bled outall that red/
next time u step to Free, do it correctly/
because round here both ya arms get poped off directly/
u keep say u gona win, but u cant so i dissagree/
next time u feel like a battle ask some-one else from C-F-C/
im rootless, and i just dont care/
i just throw rhymes at u like ive got them to spare/
u thought i was whack so u just came to this battle unaware/
but u beating me is impossible, just like walking on air/
peace -1-