now u know i'm god's gift to this "rap-shit"
the desert eagle leave more dots on ya then atari "grap-hics"
i'm the teacher this is my class and ya hardly passing
give u an f on ya test lyrics disconnect ya sternum from ya chest
i was blessed with the skills and the lyrics i possess
i'm like a bank u dipped into the wrong nigga i suggest u reinvest
when u come thru my hood i advise u where a vest
or i'll let the heater spray u down and put u in eternal rest
heater leave ya heart punctured u going into cardiac arrest
lyrics disband ya head from ya body like q-tip and a tribe called quest