u got red beams aiming at ya dome
telling u to go home and leave this rap shit alone
cause when we battle i own u like bank loans
ya punchlines have no signal like cellphones
ya ran outta lyrics so go get ya writer
wrap u up with my punchlines like a lyrical spider
lyrics talk back to me like kit does in knight rider
uppercut ya ass like ryu off of streetfighter
bout to blow ya brain with syntex explosives
brown stains in ya pants like ya ass was corrosive
have ya heart jumping out ya chest like bread in a toaster...losing ya lunch like u got of a roller coaster
45 take ya body and ya sole...meat cleaver to ya neck throw ya head in a hole...have ya bitch butter me up like cinnamon rolls
stuff ya body in the freezer til it gets cold
tech spot ya ass up like bread with mold
nine leave ya head knocked off for ya girl to hold
i'll have ya dna splatter all over ya denim jeans
i'll have ya death look like u o'd on anphedamines
gonna expose ya weakness leave u dead in a ditch
body so mangled up look like u got thrown off a cliff
cut a hole in ya body have em open up like gills on a fish
i done merked u nigga so u off of my checklist