The way-you-croak you’ll stay-broke
Going higher than coke I’ll make-you-choke without touching-ya-throat
Then elope on a boat to show the folks who to vote-for
Ya so-poor you sold-four tickets for ya whole-tour
So quit-it I spit it, I live-it I’ll kill you in a minute
Knew this shit would win the minute that I writ-it
Playing old-school to flow-too so hot I fucking froze-you
I told-you “know-who you throw-too” I’ll scold you
Behold-who knows-you better than your folks-do
It’s hazardous to laugh-at-this; plain sacrilege I’ve mastered-this
To take swift hits from my spits you’re a masochist
You asked-for-it your rap-is-shit I’ll blast-it-quick
Chop-spits sink an axe-in-it; drop-shit like a laxative
Straight pacifist I-laugh-at-fists and plastics-tits that’s drastic-shit
I laugh at your rap watch your back or I’ll hatchet-it, imagine-it
It’s my religion to be listening to hip-hop-on-my-system
My style gets more dirty when my shit-drops-in-ya-cistern
I went ahead an spit my rhyme first-so this fag could drop his wack as verse
too bad at the end of this -his ass will be in a hearse