Aww naw you callin out suspicous, i'm diggin ditches for all yall bitches/
I'm bringin the rain to put out chur flame, your lyrics was lame/
look at chur fuckin name, good dictator/
a-ten-hut, get in tha prison postition, i bet this nigga got dick in his vision/
leave my lyrics up to the judges decision, just wait listen/
my lyrics leave you up to suspicion, got chur brain itchin/
i bet chu all that shit you wrote was pre-written, fuck what you spittin/
im that ill nigga that cook brains in ya kitchen, ya ma's wonderin why ya missin/
i dont see any similarity, im drivin around tryin to find out where tha cemetary be, cuz im tryin to bury thee/
im so dangerous, they got me on my own island like tha statue of liberty/
cut cha up, put cha in a box, send it to ya kin folk, special delivery/
I bet chu amazed and dazed by all tha wayz this rap rage, i could go on for dayz, but its time to put ur ass in tha grave....