arms-breakin'-an-anchor wit' tha weak-powers-of-thor...//
speak-powers-of-force an' bleed cowardice dorks in three hours or four...//
tha heat's out an' of course ya teeth shower tha floor.... //
de-rout-to-tha-core...sick enough ta leap outta tha church while i devour ya corpse!//
reroutin' tha source, i rap a seven an' still find kats in heaven an' hell vibin'//
pack a weapon that helps blind 'em, not tha mac-11 an' shell kind...//
tha wack inhibitin' stealth mind behind a rapper's sentence that's self rydin'//
that means i still diss you even if I’m braggin" an' shit…//
phuk spittin' on wax, kat'z missin’ tha fact i spit like a phukin’ dragon an' shit...,//
getting yoo pissed on like tiles in Stevie Wonder"s bathroom an' shit//
phuk battlin', it's like fightin' cancer an' aids...//
yoo strive ta maintain somethin' you lose when it gets to tha last of its phase!//
my tongue bleeds men like a gun-di-spensin'...//
phuk-weed-sessions, yoo just blow like ya lungs-need-ventin'...//
bums-re-pent-when my thug-reach-lengthens to touch-these-weapons...//
bust-these-blessin's an' still get more votes slept on than this un-seen-question!//
love-beef-tensions from these dumb-geeks-testin' my young-steez-guessin'!//
sayin' yoo nice is like layin' in a coffin' fried claimin' you live...//
bind craniums tight wit' titanium spikes, you died blamin' tha knife... //
while I hated yoo like whites luved blackz in tha '60s' sight scrapin' fah rights...//