Nigga I'm not-the-one to be testin, takin out your aggression or releasin-tension//
since I've practiced intergalatic tactics across the atlas in each-dimension//

I hope you know your life's in the palm of my hand so ever seconds-a-rental//
You cant prevent-me from scorchin unfortunate em-cees till their only records-are-dental//

Leave your body stiff and layed out in a row of all-dark-cars//
Then send ya moms a vile of anthrax with a hallmark-card//

No time for fibs-kid when I smash ya ribs-in like mel gib-son getting “payback”//
"Clean ya pipes out" with some drano yayo....more like cokeheads blowin ajax//

Try to be laid-back but ill still fuck-him-up with uppercuts...make him throw-in-
towles//
Got him “scared to drop” like frozen-bowles once i take control like colin-powell controlling clowns//