On The mic I come sick like a rabid wolverine//
About to storm and blow up shit like a psycho driven marine//
TRUE*D is just A crazy Hell Bound lunatic who's addicted To Drama//
I didnt want 2 be your dad but I was raped by your momma//
thus your name sin cause Your father son is a demon//
I must admit in My defense I was drunk when I released my semen//
Intoxicated so due to the graphic nature it cant be Seen//
so trust me when i say i was deep in that ass liKe a sunken submarine//
Explicit materiaL to dirty for the kiddies//
your rhymes have no bounce like your grandmothers sagging tities//
Feed like a canibal I feast off your liver//
The only way you will have flow is If I toss u In a river//
Let u move with the currents shifting with the water//
u little bastard u need to respect your father//
cause I am the reason why u breath//
the reason why u believe//
without me u would have never Been conceived//
see I demonstrate The art of war with the method of a cerebral Assassin//
In The end It Feels like comedy central cause i got everybody Laughin//