"Ding Ding" Time to end this

As i exhale this breath im bringing your death/
I can tell your jeolous of me cuz your turning green like Seth/
Addicted to my lines like I laced them with meth/
You got nothing left, your through, done, spent/
People already given up on you like it was already time for lent/
Knowin your rhymes couldnt be more childish even if they were wrote by an infant/
While mine are staying super and flying high, like my other alias was Clark Kent/
What i meant...was that your outcome is looking grim/
So say a hallelujah and sing a hymn...cuz i got this cat running like 6th period gym/
In this pool of Hip-Hop, I drown these fools after teachin them to swim/
With this lyrical sword i begin to trim/
Starting with the small extremities, then take out a large limb/
Maim this kid so badly that hes willing to page Dr. Kevorkian/
Got you workin and followin me like we were playing Simon Sez/
Poppin your head like a dispensor of pez/
Have your blood spillin so much people will confuse you with Exxon Valdez/
You couldnt hold me down if i was tied, gagged and bound/
So whats the point of a vote, PG just put me in the third round/