I'm shatterin text and choppin-scripture, make ya swallow a rotten-mixure..
I'm fillin ya frame with so much heat - it'll be hotter-than-ya-picture!
I'm brakin ya in like young-virgins, this bum's-hurtin when my tongues-burstin..
When I'm done-cursin - I'm takin ya breath away like lung-surgeons!
Shots fire lead-pins through dead-wind till ya head-spins..
If there's "truth to ya pic" - ya gettin sacked like a Washington "Red-Skin"!
This man-has-died, autopsy rhymes rip his glands-from-inside..
Faggot, ya can't touch Ermac, it's like ya hands-were-tied.