deadly silence all i need is my lyrical violence/
to get u runnin scared to ur spiritual guidance/
my lyrics are splittin ur ear drums like i was jabbin u wita hearing appliance/ n it cant be repaired/
so now u gotta watch movies sponsered by the hearing impaired/
leavin u all crippled n deft out/
compared to u my lyrics are trippled n in u left doubt/
im lika paper route, throwin u rhymes that hurtin/
merkin you till u run to ur momma jerkin/
u aint growth spirtin thats jus ur weiner alertin/
you to convert to the opposite sex/
while u spittin shit im spittin million dolla checks/