Oh my a mic.*

So he wanna give me a mic, aight thats cool-
Cause I'm bout to show this kat that I an spit & I aint no muthafuckin fool=
Nah that I got a mic I'm bout to bring the real lyrikal destruktion-
Spittin volts and hot lava like I'm a volcano eruption-
After many years of sleeping the giant is awaken and I aint stoppin at nothing=
Till I got a chrome mic in one hand 50, 000 souls in the other-
From malignin kats over and over like an ass whippin from ya mother-
Only in the lords name am I ya brother-
& thats it cause when it comes to spittin I grab my mic & make niggihz get undercover-
Wit my micraphone I send niggihz home, cause I'm a lethal weapon like Mr. Glover=
Spittin tactial for-ces-
leaving you unnatural choi-ces-
The agonizing pain of niggihz defeat, to many noi-ses=
Spittin it thru the wire like Kayne till my throat get moist shit-
Call me 007 wit a mic that got a trigger next to the off button, that get ya boys hit-
After I spit yall all drop, all yall hearts stop, then my lungs drop from the rage that I just spit-
Like I was in a cage and I just got ripped-
It was just that quick-
Damn I'm getting thirsty, blood, I need a sip-
Call me a omnivore-
cause after I fuck em I feed on my whore-
And now that I'm done its time to use ya head to clean the floor.