yo...
"To INFINITY and beyond" cuz my style is loved
Beat u wit my dick "Mr. Lightyear", wantin ta Blow my Buzz
Dawg, soon as u start rappin, these ppl stop clappin
In fact, they start laughin, u thinkin how can this happen?
But when i start lappin ur style, best put ur sword in its sheath
Cuz if i asked for ur "cum"back, id scrape it off ya motha's teeth
I aint street, but i'll shoot techs-at-ya-vest and dissect-ya-chest
Rip out ya "lungs'' and "throw em back atchu" so u can "Catch-ya-breath"
Its ya death goin against an "angel" wit a devious "Arch"
I spark mace at ya face son and leave a permanent mark
It seems wackness in fakes is on the rise
It starts wit u dawg, u think a ".44" is man's height size
i got "infinite" punches to toss at bitches who like gettin hit
Now u jus a "sittin duck", like Daffy takin a shit
You couldnt "elevate" if u was a "levitatin magician"
I wouldnt "count" on u winnin if i was a "mathematician"
Smackin-u-bitchin in tha ktichen, ya time is up
The best way ta survive this shit is ta not show up...