Message in a Mission

All these songs in modern rap,
Wanna talk about, how their strapped,
But I don't need a gun,
To have my fun,
See when I'm pissed ,
I turn to my fist,
I don't need a bullet,
To make you sit,
Time for a ground and pound,
You won't ever make a sound,
Cause it's my physical medley,
That makes me so deadly,
Yeah I'm old school,
But my fists are my tool,
For annihilation and destruction,
Watch how I use this function,
A simple one two,
Cause ill pity the foo,
Who stands against me,
Cause my will is the key,
To it you'll bend, When I decide its your end,
So watch the words that you speak,
Little birdie ill break your beak,
Your just a mocking bird,
Never speaking your own word,
But listen close,
And watch my pose,
I'm completely original,
And my fists won't pull,
I don't care if you shout,
I 'll lay you out,
Don't stress it,
Don't even throw a fit,
Bury you 666 ft down,
In the place where I wear my crown,
Ill dig your grave,
You won't miss hells rave,
Just make sure you take my message to the front,
Tell satan I said he's a little ass cunt