I'll rumble in the Bronx wit toys that make ya crumble til ya dropped in a depth defying box//

Ya a Dean suspended from faculty that cant elevate like the 6th MAN without Kadeem Hardison as ya wooden block//

Once your Breath is past the DEEP END reeken of Dragon Breath when Martin leaked his speaken//

Ya have small testicles...ICED out cold in December looking like GOLDMEMBER in need of a viagra miracle indeed//

I rid this hysterical excreeting chemical basketcase quicker than I can regulate Black N Mild//

I'll up this defensive crackdowning DEAN on ANY GIVEN SUNDAY callN dynamic plays made for a child//

Take this hit to the ribs that get ya killed...NEED more definition?...Hooked on crunches wit Phoenix wont fix ya ulgy grill//

Bullets come assorted "Call em Skittles" as they enter ya mind while you sleep to shatter your dreams//

I control ya brain signals wit mental tolopy making each cerebram sector hear voices from this professor's spleen (gut)//

Ya couldnt mechanically connect ya bars wit modified attachments devices from the Pep Boys team//

Ya not an asset to the team causing liabities damage each time ya raise the stakes confronting the badest//

Im 2nd in command...Lay smackdown wit an Ice Pick makN ya spray de-icer fluids since ya lyrics aint hot or irratic//

Eat this shit.....^^^^^^^^^^