Verse 1
I'm the one with fatal lyrical attacks//
I spit sick shit as if I were the virus anthrax//
poisinin niggas with the right lyrical tactics//
eliminatin the herbs like killin two birds with one brick//
I make niggas albums flop like they were Vanilla Ice//
cuz I'm as legendary as the book entitled "Men and Mice"//
Domination, so take your ass on a hike//
like Bad Boys "It's da niggas" blazin dis mic//
contemplating, hallucinating everything in your mind//
it's time, for your mutha fuckin ass to unwind//
consinplaters all you need to do is back the fuck up//
disspys me? I will be the one to clap your ass up//
two crows equal one cold hearted nigga//
with a bad temper and wont hesitate to pull the trigga//
seein niggas die due to their fucked up imperfections//
no illustrations with the rhymes that you sit there sketchin//

Hook
Two crows equal one cold hearted nigga//
who has a bad temper and doesnt wait to pull the trigga//
it's gonna be a nightmare if you don't bigga//
bigga in your pride cuz this shit will get ya//
{Repeat}

Verse 2
I irritate niggas like I was a splinter in their ass//
they get on my hit list of niggas who can't reach my class//
it's common sense, not to fuck with me//
fuckin with me is 15 holes into thee//
Yea dat's right Lyrical Arsonist da head of the nation//
leavin gruesome scenes like JFK's assassination//
spittin hot hits, as if I breathe FIRE//
stayin on top until I RETIRE//
try not to cuss but yo I bust, bust, bust//
leavin you dead in the brain like Medusa that's a must//
I sat here writin with a pen not a pencil//
used two different inks just to make this essential//
gettin warmed up, I feel the volts in my viens//
the lyrics on my tongue causin you to go insane//
to spit somethin hot I dont even need 16 lines//
it's time, for me to entitle the phrase, "Respect is mine"//

Hook
Two crows equal one cold hearted nigga//
who has a bad temper and doesnt wait to pull the trigga//
it's gonna be a nightmare if you don't bigga//
bigga in your pride cuz this shit will get ya//
{Repeat}

Verse 3
Now Withersman, don't take shit//
I'd fuck you up as if you were a mutha fuckin clit//
BMX niggas are fearless but love to lose life//
more causualties than the second part of the World Strife//
bleedin for no reason, drippin from the tip of my tongue//
are lyrics of fire, napalm is my saliva you better run//
my vendetta is toward all those who disspied me//
the men who've heard me in audio know my skills are highly//
ill, no need to spill//
all my real shit cuz for that you gonna need skillz//
I'm gonna be here forever my man yes I'm for rella//
to finish this off I'm gonna go accapella//

Beat goes off

chokin the mic, suffocatin this thing in my hand//
man it's too late I bombed the lyrics like what we did to Afgahnistan//
spittin so much it causes your eyes to explode in pain//
I spit fire which is hotter than your so called "Acid Rain"//