Yo boy sounds like you've been watchin to much tv/
I'll leave you in shock walkin round with an iv/
Iced is my fake id, in real life they call me chuckie/
Im here to rip out your guts, so tell me are ya feelin lucky? Friday the 13th aint got nothin on the terror im bringin/
But You make me horrifyed like seein your mother in the shower singin. You wanna talk the exorcist/
Ill give it a twist/
When im done with you you'll be the fucked up kid actin like a beast/
Dont try to step up to me your just a pussy with infected yeast/
Wanna rent my rhymes? Ill sell ya a lease, cuz then at least I will be able/
To show your this aint no fiary tale/
A fable, You wont end up payin ill bust ya turntables. And why you makin fun of potheads dawg/
I'll blow smoke in yo face and you'll die from the smog... Talk about how bad weed is for you again, ill fuck you up bitch/
Ill leave yo dead ass for the cops lyin in a ditch/
Either you fucked up son or this site has a glitch/
Let me give ya the 411, son, back down before you end up wit none