I am the feature presentation, your rhymes are just a segment/
A bitch could just look at me, and get herself pregnant/
I make bustin a gat look good cuz I hold it well/
In second grade I brought a live grenade to class for show-and-tell/
I'm accurate when I terrorize, I am unique/
Fuck around and be in a wheelchair as a paralyzed amputee/
Can't you see, I'm like Chuck Norris swingin his nunchucks/
Bitch-slappin these young sluts, spillin guts outta you dumb fucks/
Spit flames in battles, leave you cooked in ashes/
Illiterate son of a bitch you couldn't read a book of matches/
You know my steelo, I be bringin niggaz the best beats/
niggaz'll test me, get so shook they diagnosed for epilepsy/
I spit trife when I rip mics, nigga I been nice/
Fill you up with bulletholes and play the flute witcha windpipe/
I can slice you into two pieces and you still ain't half a man/
Take cover while I'm throwin rocks at you like cats in Pakistan/
while Hap gets slapped with my gat-packin hand/
When my track jam, even the preacher sayin "God Damn!!"/
you two gotta bring something better than that to stop me

*edited for grammer*