I merk cats south to west, audio to text...
Noobs like you, or vets.... consume crews without sweat...
I'm Terror-ist to Carson's Jet.... you better eject
Cause my threat's bigger than 9/11... whole country's stressed (terror threat was only in N.Y.)
Right now you standing on the fence... 1 for, and 1 against (record)
1 and 2 sound nice to you?... not quite Ideal I suspect
Carson Jet, this only text, how you get killed on the Net?
Talking out the side of your neck, covered your mouth til my fingers met...
Applied pressure... that increased by every measure....
By the time the song ended.... stiff as a board light as a feather..
Cause you still died a flyweight.... why not try predicting my fate?
Still eating emcees... you ain't even food... mint on the side of my plate...