I’ve got naive confidence, fueled by my dominance,
Of prominent emcees, that opted to challenge me//
Fake emcees need-to-be immediately leavin-thee,
Realism while you’re breathin, not needin, to call on Jesus for any reason//
Since the beginning, I’ve been sendin visions of goons on missions,
My position on the decision is to strong-arm everything even the pots you-piss-in, for listenin to emcees spittin wit no type of lyrical precision//
I’m piercing ya mind wit verbal lasers sharper than razors,
Infectin ya thoughts with multis highly contagious//
My terminology "WanteD" in different placeseses,
Cant arrest my lyrics, my styles got too many aliases//
I can ride my rhymes out for miles,
Side by side my lines longer than the O.J. trial//
When I flow I don’t give a Fuck who criticize,
Battle me live, and watch me minimize your emcee desires//
They-know Petrafy will push the EX to your area code district,
Even the niggas you role wit get confronted and blistered… right?
Yeah I’m an 'asshole', but you "pussies aint even half as tight"//