http://community.rapverse.com/showthread.php?t=148833

If i'm in the game, one thing that yall need ta know...
yall never catch any burn, no matter how much weed ya blow/
And bring ya cliques if ya scared too,
they'll get it the same, split whigs an give em all a new hair-do/
The kid is too much, leave dudes crushed in my wake...
I'm a bad trip, and you overestimated how much shrooms u could take/
Quick to bring it to u, rush so fast you can feel the beef well in...
2 hit ya face, three other shots spin you around like a Spreewell rim/
Afterwards call ya crib tell ya mom her son's a bitch...
If ya crew retaliate, cool, cuz i pack heat like a hunting trip/
Torture those who front and snitch, have bodies coiled and
quartered..
And the thing on my waist'll have ya skin open and singed like boiling water/
And i've ate em all, got my full of these rap scum..
jerkin anybody who even think of pullin a fast one/
I was born to bring pain and drama, an if i ain't clap you...
rest assure i'm commin back to bang ya momma/
And i didnt mean fuckin that bitch, catch brains...
fake like i'm cummin and drench her wit a bucket of piss/
Flushed the grass, trust has masked another illusion.. crews' lungs crushed with glass, alas dust and ash covered the ruins/
Atop the summit a fusion seen from the farthest slums of dillusion... one emcee remains lucid in a maze of utter confusion/
Johnny Rotten, better known as kill any emcee.... willing to tempt me? you'll fall flat on your face, like a midget on a ten speed/
And you rappers are an abomination, no more than voices behind pompous faces... yeah ya'll are sick, cuz u dudes ain't shit like constipation!!!!/
And i got plenty more for any any whore wo wanna test this... thugs enter the club with a necklace, i'm pawnin ice in a sec split out the exit/
Mental beheamoth, venting menacing speech on the squeemish... right here is my debut, made a tape but you can see no demo is needed/
Battle? you vets betta prepare to banish ya scorecards.... cuz i'm loaded and ya'll just wanna freeload like amateur porn stars/
You dumb fucks'll probably want my head for this... "he's a hater",
nah i'm not, i just think none of ya'll are bred for this/
Get a new job, nine ta five it or cook and push the heron...
cuz i crush paper when i write, like if Suge was gettin his pen on/
So if ya got somethin in response, post, i'll read it...
And ya'll probably think ya dope, but ya still choke on weed hits/