"Im the type ta behead ya then have ya fitted on sale/I couldn't "feel" ya fuckin lyrics if ya spit it in Braille/You couldnt spit an ill rhyme if you suffered from strep/And couldn't soak up knowledge in tubs of intellect/I put ya lyrics on the stand,they gonna plead out/And pray ya docta is a fan else ya gonna bleed out/
Fuse is bakin those thats fakin at the stake in the booth/
Doctors debatin who's relatin to whats left of ya tooth/
Thats just a taste of the waste in my wake/
But I got anotha meetin and I hate to be late.....