so you want living proof that ya boy is hype/
follow me into the mind of a violent type//
ill fight any nigga lookin at me the wrong way/
its a battlezone, but for me its just a place for me to play//
youll pay if you try to come correct wit it/
ill filet you wit my rhymes like a sushi restaurant kid//
poppin lids and straight kickin down doors/
dee boy dont spit lyrics, he pours//
and more, my shit dumpin out like a monsoon/
and encompass a nigga like four walls in a room//
doom, is where ya headed, if you choose to oppose me/
advanced, incomprehensible, the way the dee boy flows ya see//
i speak in a manner that got yo undivided attention/
ya weak, dont come close to me, like the rappin Jesus back from resurrection//
lethally injectin, mad verbals to the center of ya brain/
leave you brainfucked, unconcious in a catatonic state//

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