lma kill you with a sicker spit than a chick that has a deseased dick in her clit/
the godfather, who's he?i get better rounds comming from floozies for a toonie/
this is my mafia im hauntin ya with a poppin tongue/
talkin puns that make you flee quiker than droppin runs/(diarhea)
im shiftin bones and rippin clothes when im spittin flows/
makin you hit the road like squashed in pavement/
im rearragin ur face with arragments of phrases/
ill blaze it with the next set i'll infect/
leave you wrecked without a head on your neck/
and for the rest of your body parts/
their scattered in parking lots/
im gonna ride through like a typhoon/
and the next time you wake up theres gonna be a horse head beside you/(the movie)
of coarse im comin full force like a transport behind you/
so as i step up you better step down before my letters pronounced leavin you dead in the ground/