My rhymes are hot with a little bit of hot sauce/
I'm cleaning out technician like i use my dental flauce/
i;m ripping you up like a little kid playing with action figures/
I'm shootin my lyrics out my guns,leave me no chocie but to pull the trigga/
No need to flex my fist, because my punchlines will punch out technician/
This kids bodies going to be found by an old man fishing/
lets play bone collector i will be the decomposer/
Got you screaming indian shit like, he come closer (indian voice)
how many bullets can you digest in that 1 stomache/
i'm like freddy cougar,because in your dreams is when you'll see me coming/