I wreck the set, own mc's like property
Best show respect, I haunt ya like the ghost of bill cosby
You wack rappers like zirconium strait fake jewels
I’m the Jeffrey Damer of hip hop, I strait ate fools
This is what I do, lets not mix business with pleasure
Battlin mes like tryin to puff bluntz with strait edgers
I tear through you like Kevlar from a lyrical tethlon
I leave the best scars causin more acceleration then chevron
Im a blessed Midwest pest, beatin me’ll be your quest
Wit my verbal finesse, I clean like fluoride in crest
Your verses drop like red octagons meaning you need to "stop"
Here let me spell it out for you “stick to your day job”