Murderer’s Row’s fame comes from putting pussies like “Kapone” to shame//
“Ill” got this faggot More nervous than a Priest at a lil league t-ball game//
Deadly “Illusions” pass through ur mind until you fall into a fatal trance//
Battling me got u sweatin heavier than R. Kelly at an 8th grade graduation dance//
Kapones rhymes are like Gary Coleman’s penis: extremely short and useless//
Mass Murderer’s spits hit so hard they leave this pansy bruised and toothless//
This homo is only amused in mens parts that hang and dangle toward the south//
Cause yall know this Fag sucks more cock that a “2 cent hooker” with ‘cotton-mouth’//
This cats mentally confused but enthused decidin if he wants to take this orally or anally//
Either which way he chooses, this fuckin flaimer is gonna take it rigid, stiff n’ painfully//
Aimlessly hurtin this bull with mad lyrics and psychotic, “Vicious Determination”//
Dunna what he likes better; getting ripped and merked daily or artificial insemination//
These ‘words’ got u more ‘twisted’ than sex positions out of the “Kama Sutra”//
U tried women, didn’t happen, Like Jackson, underage gay prostitutes will suit-ya//
I’ll rip ya spine out quicker than Michael Johnson runnin a race in da Olympics//
My tense flow and Sick tricks will make ur life even shorter than your ‘dick-is’//
This murder was more obvious than when the country put O.J. Simpson to trial//
Cept I know I’ll be found guilty cause I fucked Kapone up “Jack the Ripper” style//
Its ova now, I’ma “Kap “one” with my shotgun and bust lead right in your Cerebrum//
Heres the balls I ripped off my last opponent, so strap them testis' on cause u’ll need em//