Chek dis
Im gonna weigh u down and smoke ya like a ounce,
Got u in my sights now im gonna pounce,
Cos dis is a lyrical genocide-Poison ya mind wid cyanide,
Shall i crush u physically?Mentally?Or lyrically?
Go back 2 skool and learn ur basic physickz,
U come bare-foot like fred flintstone-Cause of death still no-1 knowz,Gonna whip me wid yo' pistol-Kill ur flowz wid my crossbow,
Coz i move thru tha third-world,My third eyes tha guidin light-Come bitch invite a fight,Coz we all gonna muthafuckin die 2nite-Crunch time in tha first quarter,From tha worst slaughter-coz u poisinin my holy water-Y son challenge?U gonna get merked-Like i was elmo and u was big bird,C i munched u up and shit u out Turd-Mite as well call u a lame ass herb -So stop dere dont say a word-Plz we dont wanna hear anutha verb-WORD-