you'll never find no one who rhymes nice like me
i guarantee i could think of frees to leave styles obsolete
my words are deep like pussy after a childs birth
my logics reversed i felt blessed after the curse
since my first verse i think at speeds of Pentium 3
everybodys weak they cant conceive my rap technique
witness me speak whispers that make ears explode
i pump so much fear i make hearts beat in Morse code
no one can let me go im the one you talk about
thought my name was Dick cause it always in your mouth