Yo son….
I’m a lyrical addict and your just a fanatic, so I guess I’ll hang you in the attic//
This isn’t diplomatic… so I’ll use my automatic and go frantic and bring the panic//
Shoot you hard… so you could go down like the titanic//
I’ll: drown you like atlantics- knock you out of the atlas//
I’ll be a revolutionist turn communist and so I’ll manifest my hatred by putting 20 rounds in your chest//
so son check your roll cause I only involve into a psycho killer gone out of control//
Watch my hatred unfold…and the terror grow//
...to the ones you cherish will perish- cause I’ll release the beast and lyrically feats//
and increase to leave you decease and then left to be rape by a catholic priest//
As I cut your life supplied- poke your eyes-//
make you a thorn crown, so you could be crucify//
So realize, that in front of your eyes I’ll materialize- cut your tongue for all them lies//