Go ahead and grip glocks, I'll snap ya trigger finger in 6 spots
You'll have to liplock with hypodermic needles to lick shots
I watch you topple flat, put away ya rings and holla back
Can't freestyle? You screwed off the top like bottle caps
Beneath the surface, I'm overheating your receiving circuits
By unleashing deeper verses than preists speak in churches
But your preach is worthless, your worship defeats the purpose
Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service
Beyond what y'all fathom, shit on cats and jaw tap 'em
Show no "cum-passion" like havin a strait-faced orgasm
Tour jack him, have his half-a-ten bitch suck my friends dick
In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist
Diabolic, a one-man brigade spreading Cancer Plague
Fist-fucking a pussy's face holding a hand grenade
So if I catch you bluffing, faggot, you less than nothing
I just had to get this stress off my chest like breast reductions


Its off a track called bonus on immortal techniques album.

thats possibly the dopest verse I've ever heard