It's on...
Thumping...
Who's sharpening a knife up in here?
Oh yeah...
It's me...
Now I'm using it...



Like Idi Amin to a tribesman, this rhyme is going genocidal...
The lyrical torture's to hard to take, I'd suggest getting suicidal.
These disses aren't gonna kill ya quick, I'm dragging out this interrogation...
Leave you bleeding and leaking from wounds, deeper than your worst expectations.

Like Pol Pot to a Killing Field, I'm going Vietnam on your ass...
Have you pulling a P.O.W. then an M.I.A. Have your peeps asking, "Where he at?"
Your might spit alright, your shit might be tight, you'll win your Purple Heart...
But it'll be awarded posthumously, this rappin Rambo blew you apart.

Blowing your ass up like Hiroshima, Nagasaki-ing your head...
I've just dropped a lyrical mega-death, over one million dead.
And you were one of them, you didn't burn but you didn't escape...
Disses coating you like fallout, have you hunkering like an ape.

They're debilitating you, you can barely walk, you should have stayed in your shelter...
I'm a dope rhyming nuclear Manson, that's killing you Helter Skelter...
Fuck the Beatles, I'm not peace lovin, I relate more to Charlie...
You be Sharon Tate, I'll be a cultist, and smoke you like Bob Marley!

Jumping from killing to smoking, but it's still you I'm toking...
Burn your ass now, for the sake of THC invoking!
Cause yes, I get high, while I look at the sky, and remember all my victims...
Take a big hit, then exhale it, and lower my hat by it's brim...


Ok...I threw...
Now you.

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