pun slaughtered this verse

[the rhyme king]

[Big Punisher]
Your style is unoffic', nikkas like you stay on my wanted list
Pun the prince be barking on kings like a son-of-a-bytch
fukkin' with this is hazardous to amateur battlers
Average nikkas get lost in the course of embarrassment
Of course you don't have a chance, I'm the boss and your eminence
Get tossed in the ambulance with the force of an avalanche
I'll torture your fragile ass with rhetorical paragraphs
For all of you that'll laugh at a historical aftermath
I come equipped, my tongue and lips are like a hundred clips
Look behind you, I'll blind you like when the sun eclipse
Ain't no second chances, I glance at nikkas
Make 'em wet they pants
The chances are slim if twins don't swing the rest of the ransom
The best and the champion, that means I'm far beyond
Dionne read my palm, told me to get on and put my army on
Come along, follow the Don, my motto and song
Live for tomorrow, cause today's almost already gone
Lets get on, split your belly with the machete, long
Tear your arms of your shoulders, and tell you to, hold on
I know it's wrong, but it feels so right
I used to bust steel all night, but now I gotta deal, alright