I'm endin everything you or yo kin has eva started/
Gotta preacher speekin' "All woe the dearly departed"/

You feel that heat burnin ya, my lyrics at Five-Fifty/
Portland-Home of suburbia?Ya shoulda left that empty/

Kaos...now would you like to get theoretical?/
Cuz I could hold a (say-onse) that could end up gettin medical/

Ventricals cut so I'll fuck ya slut, now what?/
It's the simple, intracut mental notes that fuck you up/

You aint up on my level bitch, you still in adolesence/
You go call me professor cuz you finna get a lesson/

While I'm burnin on resin the simplicity is eerie/
Dont only fear me, we ALL know you JUST A THEORY/

Drop it dog