How Can You Make Me skeptical I Dont doubt Ya garbage/
Since Your So Curious,the Butcha Shop Is Your Rap house Of horrors/
Find Da ceiling Collapsing Like tetris/
Ya Father Didn't Know If You Was A Girl Or Boy Hes The Only skeptic/
Pick Ya Weapon/ Wit The Icepick, I Scar every Bone/
I'll rip Ya Voice Box Out Like A Car stereo/
Fuckin Wit Me Make Sure Ya healthcare Insured/
loser In Ya Brain I'm The tumor You cant Cure.
When It Comes To Ya typing The Onlything On Point Is Ya manicure/
Da Butcha Swing Open Ya Chest Like Da Fridgerator Door/
Ya Ballerina Style Just Aint fancy Enough/
Name Ya price Over The ice I'll spill Enough Blood To Fill Da stanley Cup/
clown I Dont Even Know Why I'm Spitten 2 You Cuz When It Comes To Ya Battles No One Be around/ Like A ghost-town
Again Anotha Victum In The Hand Of Da Butcha... No Gloves