aight we make it 10-15 bars aight, fair votes...lets get tha show on tha road.

yo my lyrical attacks connect wit lethal combinations of internal sensation that leave spiritual flash backs//
so now wither to tha dark for this deadly annihilation to wuts considered one of gods loosy creations//
fuck around and my lyrics will seperate ur interior frum ur exterior jus ta show u who has tha superior motivation//
my words act as if they were poisen, come in contact, get ur skin attacked, and tha result is ur coloration seperated frum ur skin fabrication//
this battle has heated up, its now a rhyming invasion, wit tha heat causing internal inflammation, here, have a midol, and return ur mind to ur death recital//
fuck around cuz i am gettin vital, look at this perspective, ur a animal and i'm gunna eat ur remains, if this were a game i wud b Hannibal, but fuck it i'm now a cannibal//
Man, i am so stealth, that i leave minimal evidence when i rob ur residence, and fuck up ur health, and steal ur wealth//
now i am a criminal, wut did i do kill tha president, if thats tha case, ur JFK and i am Osbourne, now its evident that i'm a killa//
Have u ever been evicted? well ur soul will soon b evicted frum ur body and b restricted ta live, so submitte cuz i wont give//
and for tha record u look like a baby, so i'ma hand u bib, i wudnt want to make a mess of ur chest when i lay ya ta rest... u jus got a death dress...

Holla back wit yo verse...