I slice and dice on weak rhymes when i commense//
you tries and tries but yo still spits nonsense//
my rhymes intense immense, don't try to play me//
I slaughter your whole crew, thats just how i 'm raised g//
so basically, all these suckers just still hatin see//
but im waitin for my chance real patiently//
then amazingly, grab the mic like a gat, with my lyrical content i blow your head back//
Left High Country Emcees when I'd slayed that//
this sites the next victim of my homemade raps//
im sick of radio overplayed raps//
The next big thing, watch out on you tv screen//
a dope fiend, yo i m ake the pope throw his hands and scream//
hit the mic and skin a reen//
allways been the type to take over, the monster//
watch as i pillage and conquer//i said watch us
watch out, the brain damage crew southside collective//
eclectic baseball bat protected//
see a mic yo I'm a wreck it//
see your birds ass yo im gon inspect it//
check it, you best respect it//
even if my tunes dissin u they'd still b in your tape deck its//
the ill shit, theres holes in the rap game my songs'll fill it//
whatever your comeback, i'll kill it//