my fukkin flow here is second 2 none son, when i say run u better run like ur a rabbit on heat//1
i pull the trigger on my gun n i've won job dun thats the end n now ur at my feet//2
the cataclysmic rhythms in my rhymes envision an explosion so powerful that ur mind'll start fizzin//3
u'll start seein little elves, n then start pissin on ur self becoz ur mind is on a mission//4
spittin lyrics so quickly like theyre bullets in a gun i'll blow u an ur crew 2 kingdom cum//5
im a farmer chasin u thru a field of lyrical fear pacin right behind u screamin run rabbit run//6
u like a rodent robbin cheez from my trap screamin please when it snaps shut, n ur raps r mickey mouse 2 me g//7
n now iv'e fukkin had enuff grab my gat, in ur back, in ur arms an 2 caps in ur knees//8
my voice is ur bain, its like a free flyin war plane droppin lyrical bombs on u like ur saddam hussein//9
by the end of this rhyme u gonna know my name that is unless this voice of mine fukkin blows ur brain//10
my creativity is definately heavenly u aint even on my muthafukkin level g//11
my shit is evidently more relavant cum bak when u ready 4 me in like 2093?//12
i'll b on my throne, reef n mic in hand spittin none bland lyrics that r bitchin without even flinchin//13
if u got beef bring it but b ready 4 the wrath of the staff of hells kitchen//14
im leavin serious abrasions 2 caucasions, black white, red or asian its amazin//15
as soon as i spit, ur in elation ur pupils are in dialation eyes glazed, like double glazin//16