The document appears to be a rap battle response containing insults, threats, and boasts of lyrical skill. It mocks the opponent, threatens violence, and dares them to respond while asserting musical and verbal dominance.

1. my name's wack!!!!
and you cant spell it,
810 is ya father count,
and ya proudly yell it,
forget it bitch,
ya cant crack it,
this site's for rappers,
wherefrom came this faggit,
motherfucka,
ya aint comin from hell,
i was pissin on ya mom,
and suddenly some cum fell,
on her pussy accidentally,
and you were born,
dont talk to ya father,
wid so much scorn,
jokes all aside,
lets get to tha point,
i leave ya shooked,
rockin ya whole joint,
he talks all junk,
what to do wid this fellow,
i am strong enough to beat him to death,
wid a feather pillow,
i wage this war on ya,
this is tha lyrical abduction,
use all ya got , ya rhymes, ya skill,
ya WEAPONS O MASS DESTRUCTION,
they have no function,
no match against this indian,
cuttin tha country into pieces,
like prime meridian,
you cant kill my rhymes,
even if ya come steamin,
wake up from ya sleep,
quit tha day dreamin,
face tha jay demon,
there is no future ahead,
i am loggin my bullets,
right into ya head,
no RHYME PROOF shield,
thats gonna save ya ass now,
tha time just pass now,
tha body turned carcass now,
ya health has reduced,
ya life span degraded,
these rhymes so infectious,
ya need a crow bar to separate it,
ya guns no match,
for this rhyme cannon,
so get ur ass under tha UNO,
or suck tha dick of kofiannan,
he cant even protect ya,
Bcause ya already dead,
tha last rhyme bullet,
iam loggin in ya head,

2. SO reply to my rap,
if ya ever live,
remeber tha name faggit,
IT IS SHREYASTRIV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MOTHERFUCKA