Hwarang - Missade OZ-session. Got a killing deliver like alcohol/ As your casket fall I'm on the rim like basketballs/ Higher punches like gardened weed by Apollo Creed/ Your face is accepted one day a year... Halloween/ You're on thin ice like Ja-Rule's jewelry/ Leaving you like an ex-man like Jubilee/ I'm a fuckin Beast of Burden with a higher purpose/ Give lips like surgeons, I split heads like Tyler Durden/ I power up freestyles like stocked batteries/ Say my name in vain must be fucking blasphemy/ I throw down whips like a useless Halle Berry/ If words are weapon my arsenal is the US-military/ Send you back to your parents with a sketched flyer/ Saying; Some Assembly Required/ You're death is on paper unlike rival militias/ Coming true like a child's wishes, you're biting more lines than suicidal fishes/