It's no Mystery, murdera's known to kill,
and you are next,
breaking through your wack lines,
cause you cant guardtex.
Tear off your arms and legs,
let the rest of your body stay.
Just so it can be proof that your torso . . . badly these days
You’ll be thinking I made electronics,
I drop computerized lines
genocide is quick to Logitech . . .right in the groove of your spine Kid was racing for fame,
now he’s in the pit stop,
to re-tire In this battle I’m born to kill,
and dont ask, Im not your ghostwriter.
Being my tag team partner is the only time you compared with me And Payback's a bitch. . .that you'll prolly meet in Ocean City.
You have no life, so stay on rb and do your lame job.
It seems odd, You have no friends,
your whole net life was just a fad.
Even carson jets. . . . . .his last text message to your ass.
Fuck this verse, I will personally whip you.
Holdin flowers is the only time GKillaz carry pistils