when i snatch he mic the transaction will cause a seizure/ bless you with amnesia,so u forget that heater was the lyrical reaper/ my styles not necessarily made for battling/more like shattering the mainstream patterns/ but istill cant be seen like marlin mason with a bible/ i'm standing on top the eiffek holding my fu*kig nuts scratching my fu*king butt/ screamin fuk the werld fuk u fukin sluts/ you get stabed by the pyshco path/ i stay above ur floor like a thick coat of wax/truth be told my money dnt stack/cause my whoile life ive been pressed like a pair of slacks/that makes it all much eaiser to take ur life in more ways then one/spittin knowledge fire or stright busting at ya with my hot gun/ but i ant that one i stand on my own 2 feet/ and perfer to greet creeps with fists of heat they've been my weapons of choice while you cats were playing with fisher price toys/ i've dropped enough off the top t announce i"m a man amoungst boys ................peace