Ay yo
I spit fire like a fiery dragon//
eat niggas whole like a komodo dragon//
yo boyz told ya to respect ya boss//
or ill rearrange yo face and piece back together like a collage//
Cuz im yo maker and creator//
blowin holes through yo chest youll be breathin through a respirator//
And u stil talkin, u be spittin my shells//
all yall can go to hell// betta yet i cast a spell like a witch and all yall die of sickle cell//
i neva fell//
cuz i once could tell//
that my rhymes were so tight, i lock em up in jails//
My lyrics will hijack you like a bust on da 747//
Ill make u go down like da Twin Towers in 9/11//
And u still spittin yo weak ass rhymes//
I got more lyrics than a bank got dymes//
I speak it on tyme//
and who says im more fancier//
i done seen more keys than the hallway janitor//