Mister mystery's here wreckin' these textcees, givin' hysterectomies
So your name, fame and fluid flow just got slain in utero
He comes down harder on your cipher than anvils,
Exposes foes as bein' full of infantile crap like diaper landfills
What type'a man kills verses to bring life to the art?
He strikes for the heart quicker than a knife in the dark
Set your sights on the mark, sit back and watch this kid explode
You can't break the enigma code, so take my word nigga, don't.