if u supposed 2 be sick with the words, nigga, i must be Terminally Ill/
u crossin a tank, Straped W/Cannons, "hardware applause"; i "Clap with hammers",
aim @ ya dome & light up ya 'pumpkin' like aJack-O-Lantern/
yall niggas know i'm Fly When I Rock Shit,
hittin 'Jet' hard enough 2 eject his brain from his skull quicka than 'Carson' From His Own Cockpit/
only thing in Store 2 Witness is my horridly Morbid Sickness,
as i demonstrate how Slaughterin niggas like u is why i'm employed, 2 keep da Morgues In Business!/
it's as Easy as That--i'm feasibly breezin on this feeble & Measily Cat,
& i'm not even Hungry, so why would Carson wanna Feed me His Scraps?/(lyrics)
Skript the Murderous Version, slicin u with the Words of A Surgeon,
drawin blood like i'm Servin A Virgin; leavin this bitch Submerged in it, Gurglin/
u faggot ass bitch u gaggin, It's hopeless, Ya boyfriends tearin up your throat wit his dick, its Ferocious
he's detachin the plaque from the Back of ya Molars while I'm Carefully Craftin my Opus/
hey carson ! i bring heat like a blacksmith, leave ya skin Scorchin in Flames/
meltin u down 2 Hawk ya Remains @ pawnshops as Sparklin Chains/
Now you can drop ya Gangsta Talk, or flip to an Intellectual Thesis
Cuz I just got in your Ass like a Homosexual's Penis