Yall jus speak wit saliva, i'm spittin in the street wit kunivas
keepin the fire high, cuz wit the heat i'm a frequent supplier
enfeeble ya fibers, decrease the strength of ya epidermis
the hot rhymes on my mind makes my brain a tremendous furnace
end ya purpose, i'ma send the worthless to early graves
cuz i'm a heartless muthafucka, jus a burly knave wit curly waves
till the world be saved, when Jesus drops down from the pearly gates
i'ma merk these fakes, for my day of greatness i'ma surely wait
catacysmic, n i'ma stay that way in this rappin business
n i wont stop till my plots are the most savage witnessed