when im goin off on mics im free,like spread diseases/
pick a batch of emcees,and kill em all while theyre sleepin/
herbals turn verbals to murderous words kids when im splurgin/
release the hurtin through spinal taps,whatevers workin/
fuck it dawg,ill call osam and have him drop his kuran/
swing up both his arms,and just when life is calm drop ten bombs/
you wreckin havoc im passed it,im big tits and your plastic/
if you wanna grab for the mag,go head click and blast it/
or put it away,before it gets turned around and put in ya face/
a hundred and eighty degrees,like yer life when death destins yer fate/
just-give me the reason,im needin to leave you dry through bleedin/
deletin heathens,pleadin with God to be released through Jesus/
best beleive this,prophecies they get sent down/
electric telekenetic senses,im blessed with you were let down/
cats aint even on my level,ive been dead forever bread by rebels/
slept with devils and got my rest in,God was clever/
He did it right,He forsaw me in His sight/
gave me the might saved me the fight,blew-and then mamed me with life/
now im back,and the strike is harder than ever/
still splittin splifs while you slit yer wrists,fuckin with this contender/