im ready to kill/ attack you with serious lyrical skill/ assasinate you with rap daggers/ try crip walken now, stop bitch cause you cant stop staggeren/ ~1~

you still shook up from ma last verse/ so when you done ima bring black flowers to ya herse/ ~2~

your garbage with ya flow, i spit raw/ ma rhymes dismantle ya face and dislocate it from ya jaw/ ~3~

brain fucked up/ ill have you rootin for the bulls or some other lossin teams/ mentally brain dead, you think the harlem shake was a drink from queens/ ~4~

ill resurect ya ass just to kill you again/so what if you atheist ill have you prayen to god ending with AMEN/ leave ya bones scattered in ya grave in groups of ten/ ~5~

so you a star now lets see you "shine-brite"/ your scared of me like the boogie man you now sleep with a night light/ ~6~

why you talken bout bein gangsta and tough/ we all know you your gay, cause you told kadeekaboom you like it rough/ ~7~

mentally, physically, and phsyciologically ill have you under control/ 90 lyrical rhymes a second spitten so fast E-Z PASS will havta pay a TOLL/ ~8~

ill rip off the hinges to ya soul and steal it away/ PARTNER you up with ELTON JOHN so your his reason he turned gay/ ~9~

ill enflate your esophogus like you have lung cancer/ except your sick of ma attack and changen ya career to exotic male dancer/ ~10~

shit i know you cant take the lyrical ruler/but the only way you get ice is by fucken jacob the jewler/ ~11~