Ima leave,ya bleedin/in da back of a jeep/peepin/for someone to smeel ur reekin/ since u cant scream/ cuz i ripped out ya teeth/ when
i found some tools in a creek/ ur ass is meat/ for carnavores like me/
ill take a bite in ya flesh 3 feet deep/ my rhymes r hotter then
flannel pants in a texas summer/ u rap again ill bury u six feet under/
im like marciano bitch, im whiter then white/ and i battle in a place
where mosty black ppl fight/and im still stayin alive/ i stay awake n/
i strive/and only god knows why/ im still able to open my eyes/ and
much to yall's suprize/ ive come to realize/ just y my rap can never
die/ its cuz either will i/ill keep spittin till age of 95/ and nothing
will change cuz its now my time/ to shine/ in the lime light like mr./
5 dimes/ this game is corrupt/ but its my time to errupt/ like a
volcano, all i do is blow ya life up/ cause so much damage i leave ur ass bankrupt/ and im hotter then a skillet on the stoved heated up/
and 50 is the bacon ive been re-cookin up/ i cooked his ass once,
guess it wasnt enough/plus hes a pig, proved that last battle/ talkin
bout cummin on my face, when really..he spakkles/ i dont believe in
the law/ like im steven sigaul/ n im cold enough n hot enough to freeze
n unthaugh/ all i do is appaule/ n make whack rappers fall/ like autumn,
n time changes us all/ ill leave u brain dead/ in the head/ and keep
tellin u what to do like "Man"(I) say/ and put the rest/ of ur
whack crew under arrest/ for lyrical distress/ and makin a mess/