yall aint want none wit jint, mark the end of yo stint
at the last line you spit, hold what's that? rewind this shit
its over close the curtains on this fake flexin' war
when he ain't battle wit straps or be fuckin no whore
lynchin' cats you say, bitch you a racisit muhfucka
im like anthrax in the U.S. can't trace this muhfucka
can't outline or define my steez when i spaz on fakes
yo be dracula my darts be steaks, driven to ya heart
im driven by this art, to rip sad muhfuckas like you apart
star wars is probably ya life, along wit spittin lies
this be you demise, fuck replies, quit while you ahead
and gotta a head, fo you get popped wit lead
i stead, fast blow napalm bombs outcho fat ass
slice off ya dick quick, -have ya suckin on ya own shit