i'm a psycho emcee my mind in the state of a killa,
u get cut waist up if u try n diss trilla,
in this game i remain name-less/ but i aint fame-less/ i leave u brain-less/ with a hollow from this stain-less,
my lyrics leave a nigga in an insane mental state,
i'm always fouced on my prey i neva need ta concentrate,
diss me n cop 3 hollows throw yo knees,
then stand before me sayin "sire please",
as i am about to dissect-u n straight inject-u,
with this metho n leave u burning unda yo skin,
throw u inta a river n watch ya swim like a shark without its fin,
fuckin with tRiLL bitch lets set yo death's-date,
now i leave yaw weak emcees to cremate.