Mc Rabbit caught up in a taboo,
Dont care wot he rappin about cuz he aint got a clue bit like his cru,
My shit is raw knockin at yo' door,
Start screamin im comin back fo' more,
Yes tha hour is four,Told u b4 prepare fo' a emcee fight and a hardcore,
By tha alledged-full-fledged-sledge-razor-edge,
One blow push yo' wig off tha edge,
One dose of my ferocious handheld trigga cuts,
U asked fo' it jab u wid my lyrical syringes,
My technique alone blowz ur doors off ya hinges,
B on tha lookout fo' a mass murda suspect-That fills mo' bodybagz than apartments in projects,
And as far as tha coroners kno ,
Tha autopsy sho , Death by a shaolin blow,
Put on by my family brought 2 tha academy,of the kung foo and learned how to
fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly
Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit
MC's submit to the will as I kill your
juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal
Devils worship this like an icon
Bear-huggin mics with the grips of a python
Peace