these are nimrod's fillins...i come to sink ya shipment
but you's all womens and children...1st ya'll can all leave the buildin'
you folk sad like Dylan...cuz the times they are a-changin'
ya losin ya headz like Reagan...heimerz got ya memory fadin'
leavin' nimrod's son reignin'...flip tha script, now abel did cain in
my style be java, your flow is "basic"...i'm the dragon now, bitch, get ready to chase it
you wasted...got crunk in debasement with antesceptic
gotta vision a'me killin you like johnny depp did while you slept kid
accept it...i was guided by voices ta mag out ya earwhig
and smoke out ya spirit...with a pinch of that crib shit
but you malignant...ya spits is a tumor that can't kill the patient
d run a train on that ass like David Bowie...Station to Station
them's the brakes son...and that's the windshield...to getcha lid peeled
ya shitheel...my flow is a windmill...yo shit blow like pinwheels