Yo I step up to the mic and my heat fry the fat,
While this dog choke worse than casey at the bat
Me, I’m the satanic rapper, triple six
Can’t help but wonder, how many lyrical licks
It takes to get yo pussy wet
Beating this bitch is no sweat
This win ain’t even gonna be impressive
Cuz I bet I could win 50 successive
One time for each point of your IQ
Bitch don’t cry to momma, even she don’t like you
Each verse stinging like killer b’s
You open your mouth and we all catch z’s
Fuck you mother and catch STD’s
My lyrical alphabet bring ya to your knees
Let this rap be a lesson, hooked on phonix for ebonics
Watch as my flow get you drunk like gin and tonics
each verse brings closer the end of this disgrace
stop thinking you in interplanetary space
just cuz you run out of o2, trying to comprehend
what don’t you understand bitch, this is your end.