intro
'u wanna go 2 war?'--that's a 'question' i "ANSWER W/ARROWS",
imagine ya ASS GETTIN PADDLED & SLAMMED BY AN AVALANCHE IN A BATTLE/
u wont HAVE HALF A CHANCE 2 GLANCE AT THE BARREL,
dog, i'm 'bad 2 the bone', like "CANCEROUS MARROW"/

verse
u 'bout 2 get found FACE-DOWN when the BASS POUNDS,
my strategies BREAK GROUNDS;
showin yo wack ass how somethin GREAT SOUNDS/
get left @ a STANDSTILL when i show u the HANDSKILLS,
i drop niggas like ANVILS by the LANDFILLS/
i flip the script & leave u petro--ciphers get turned 2 SEMI-CIRCLES
& THEN MY WORK'LL turn the faces of MEN 2 PURPLE/
& that's how i SPARK SOME FEAR,
u try 2 rhyme, but u studder like epileptic AUCTIONEER/
aint none of yo FLOW'S HARD; i'll pull ya HOE CARD,
face it...u just a waste of sperm that shoulda been a BLOWJOB/
stupid; tell me, Y DO U RAP?
the smart ones who know they can't don't even TRY 2 DO THAT/
on this mission, my official ISSUE'S DISSIN,
4 even tryin 2 THINK on my level, u get left w/a chunk of brain TISSUE MISSIN/
with a MASSIVE WEAPON, i'm BLASTIN PEASANTS,
in essence, i'm the "future" & u can't get "PAST" MY "PRESENCE"...

and pick aint pimp