Yo image, you think this is a primitive scrimage, it's the real deal//
Ill seel, off all exits cuz theres no where to run//
i got so much ice you'll freeze, like a stun gun//
it's no fun, when you take a look at my blueprints//
and realize you got no soul in your shoeprints!//
Hitler and Laden have turned you to be regal//
They'll come down on you like the shit of a seagul//
and you'll get strapped- packed- and wrapped like shit that's illegal//
I'll dislocate your spine, till your face turns purple//
cuz you got hit with more shells than a NINJA TURTLE//