i'm bringing the heat, the fire and flames
hope you've got your bling on your insurence claims
cause when I approach your ice is gonna melt
i'm spitting the hottest rhymes that ya'll ever have felt

putting down my rhymes, almost daily
one step closer you'll taste my shillalah
now i know i'm not irish, but I just like the word
taking from other cultures, haven't you heard?
it's the american way, taking and calling it our own
hell, half the clothes we're wearing are asian-kid sewn

In mental stature, you're a liliputian
needing a high-chair for your electric execution
you're down, and I kick you in the face
cause in this rap game, mercy has no place

Now pick yourself up, don't give up just yet,
I'm not done spitting my vitriolic words on the 'net
all right, I changed my mind I'll let you catch your breath
the police are here to arrest me for your lyrical death.