(part 0ne)
i so sick i'm bed ridden
i'm lead spitting
i dont give a fu** about corny mcz
like sporty thieves and dead pigeons
my style is to ill,so send me awards instead of mail
battle me i bet you'll fail
sleeping on me is like sleeping on a bed of nails
you better seek harmony
cuz you wanna be hard mcs
are hardly harming me
i'm a chainsaw, your a pen knife use to have hearts carved in trees
i bought a gun for my troubles
wack mcz i'm bustin they bubbles
punch you four times to make sure i hit you with each one of my knuckles
its realy stupid and childish tryin to attack me
like wite supremicist who hate playing the piano because of the black keys
i rap so fast you hear my shit first even though i rapped last on a colabo
i sprint so fast i can out run my own shadow
i'm sicker than a pedofile pervert
your illest rhyme cuddnt sound better than my worse verse
i'm the most lethal lyricst
more lethal than aids infected needles in ya wrist
fu** around and i'll show ni**as want a wack rapper cereal killer is
i'm serious if you wack i'm coming to slit ya throat
i should kill ya family too for all the shit ya wrote
my rhymes dicourage you from doing shit like police
in cases with no leads
my shit got ya head tilted back like nose bleeds
fu** up ya head like sniffing a whole key
and smoking decomposed weed
i make ni**as walk stiff like they legs had no knees
i dominate ni**as who wanna battle me
walk up in ciphers and hold shit down like gravity
i fu** whole rhyme forums
rap till i get sore gums
illmatic sucks so much it's like he has four lungs
i so dope with my shit you'll have to spaz
i got more ill bars than alcatraz
i'm ill and i've got skills,
i'm so ill i battle ni**as with and IV tube in my nostrils
i puting commercial mcz in the ground like garbage in land fills
i'm pulling underground ni**as outta the ground like fossils
my shits tighter than my bitches pussy spazing while she says my name
tighter the belt around a heroin fiends favorite vein
knocking ya head right off ya shoulders
i'm quick enuff to snatch the fangs of a cobra

(part two)
I’ll take the microphone, hinder the winds spin circles, create a cyclone
Skin you to the bone, write your name on a tombstone, call up your crew
Tell them that you’ve showed up unknown, what you want take my throne
You must be crazy or insane, cause I inflict pain like parasites on the brain
Shove a Katanga in your chest like staff, draw out your death like a pictograph
My teeth are sharp like a Pirana, dancing around as if you’re high off marijuana
We can do this shit if you wanna, on killing campaign like a Marine carrying M16
Rupture your spleen, empty your insides so your carcass is clean, lets speed this
Up like teens inhaling nicotine and drinking caffeine, only place you’ll get famous
Is in your dreams, destroy scenes with rhymes bursting at the seams, you’ve been
Blinded like a deer being hit by a car after he saw the high beams, take you to a
Place so dark that no one can hear your screams, but you take other rappers lines
And quote them, you know the closest you’ll come to being a real MC is a modem
Up on Kaaza looking for beats so you can download them, stick your guns up son
Cause if you’re going to be known as someone, you best take your word clips and
Reload them, if your not ready to run, you best be prepared to burn up in the sun