I'm more underrated than the excorsist appearin' on a kiddie mix tape
In it's origininal uncut sick state
With previews of banned zombie films, rated PG
All playin' in a creche along wiv G Unit CDs
I gots more hype then distilled cola syrup
On it's own with caffine enough to kill tha owner's spirits
Scare you shitless like ebola victims in tha doctors office
When they're told they show tha symptoms
And tha antidote they've got's abolished
My brain's too packed wiv knowledge man, look, my head's full
Flyer than several six-packs of inhanced medical Red Bull
Incredible n' dead cool, I lay mines under ya feet
Happy now? People 'feelin' you all over tha street'
Wanna get ya point across? My knife point'll cross ya chest, kid!
Ya heart rate speedin' so fast you get cardiac-'arrested'
I scare ya sort, 'blow ya brains out' so you can 'share ya thoughts'
You get burned to a crisp, bitch, I leave barely scorched
Only way you could be 'deep' is if I fuckin' roll you off in
The Channel with lead boots, chained up inside a platinum coffin
Wearin' a fuckin' granit anorak, an' sarin wrap strapped round ya head like Arafat
While paper weights surround ya hat
Battlin' me's like tryna take candy from a baby...
With red eyes, flaming fists and sharp teeth with rabiese
You make less sense than off-beat accapella, too
'Jumpin' out ya motherfuckin' skin', when I'm "peltin" you
Call me 'Ford' cos from tha floor your carcass is 'Escort'ed
Or you scarper and 'fall off' worse than Johny Knoxville board tricks
I'm quick ta scrap ya rap design, when lean, I spill ya face
You been rydin' more dick than behind tha scenes in Will & Grace
Save tha punches, your a failure, get down an make ya casket
And scrape ya last verse from out ya waste paper basket
I'm up inside your female siblings daily cos they pay me
You've "laid" how ever many tracks you've made more than ladies
Shit, you probly drenched in needle marks, cos peeps exploit your feeble heart
Resort to weed cos in ya life, pussy plays a meagre part
In battle, I 'fallout' with you like atoms in an A-Bomb
Break ya neck like busta, 'skew you on tha barbique' like Raekwon
You fall like communism while my righteous vision stay strong
Rig your studios with TNT, you "blow" like Jigga's fake songs