if i told you once i told you twice
cunt...i'm nice my whole life
i knew i had to rip mics
i wrap/rap like tenticles
born with a mic cord instead of an umbilical
i'm heritical nah fuck it diobalical
mc's like you fall off like hair follicles
metaphoically challenge me, aiyyo i'm sick with a disease
impregnate rhymes like these
my mouth's my dick my spit's my jizz
my witts stay firm and give beats sperm
in turns... i'm chucklin at you fuckin youngeons
with heads hollow like helloween pumpkins
i'm addictive like vagina ill one liners
no longer considered a minor
when i clutch mics i turn into a rapist
with rhyme embellished with self fetish and confidence
i'm disturbed...my motto...is go head to head toe to toe
word for word flow for flow
STOP SPITTIN (pishhh) shit i'd love to,but i'm so used to abusin you
i drop treasures fuck jewels, it's my pleasure
listen to me i'm more def than jam
got your girl screamin GADDAMN HE'S THE MAN
contrabnned in your lands, plus i can't stand...mc's that test the likes of me
myself and i,three personalities...in one, with more impact than a gun
pickin at your skull for fun, sinuses and all minuses
your entire rap sheet bows down to your Highness
ever rhyme i spit treat beats like porno actresses asses
spread out on matresses, raw dawg unique
i speak with techniques provin you too much of an Elton John type rapper to compete
i undermine mafuckas with my rhyme lines
once and for all
y'all frontin like chickenheads window shoppin at malls
you aint got balls, you empty scaked
wack acts, that rap about gats
you lack the attack i got it's a fact
i sting like cactus pins, pierce like a syringe
you cringe, beg knee crawl
i told y'all you'd fall
knock any mc hard, word to God i'm odd
bustin flows in mono or stereo
different scenerios with the same phatness girth
aint no way in hell heaven or earth you could curse my verse
fuck your luck, i'm sprayin bitch you best to duck
cuz 9 outta 10 times your rhymes sucked...on my asscheeks
you could never pass me, ask me
i'm tellin you dunny i'm nasty
aint nothin new to this, i leave mics wet like an aroused uterus
your whole life's a miss, while i'm a hit and the shit
what you know about rappin bitch
i gotta go i gotta be out
never sufferin from spit drought
consumin and lubin the mic like fallopian tubes with drool
dont annoy me, or get poppd like virgin cherries
with this mic raping vocabulary



My microphone has grown out of my wristbone
I've lost control of my vocal tone, spitting this shit chromed
I'm possesed by hip-hop delivering spirit
I fear it because my hand is constantly scribbling lyrics