I rip shows with a mic and a radio on pause

Took off my shirt hat and my drawers

Ladies ran to the front and tore down the doors

People were jumping up I was sweatin as they applause.

Lyrics Energetic Manipulative Prophetic

Have you knocked out from shit like anasthetics

Its Jus genetics

When I was born I had metaphors attatched to my amniotic sac

So Jus chill nigga no more talk ya shit is wack

Dont battle back

Jus sit back and relax, take ya time define and unwind

The message I'm stressin to ya its a definite lesson to ya

Hey Yo Royce Rolls and Benz Mercedes

I'm like the eye of hades

Forget Slim Shady

Cause I'm a new force with a new source of Information

And Complications for Human Relations

You thought you knew me till I grew

Been spittin since the age 2

Then you know who the man with the master plan

To scam and slam every man in the land

I'm Hulk like Hogan lemme hit you off with my lyrical slogan

Grab a gatorade to quench your thirst

Fake niggas down to 2nd Scientific was first

I tempt you like the forbidden fruit

Been known for robbin and not followin suit

I'm lyin, But I'm wreckin the rap scene like Talibans when they flyin

This aint nine eleven or the fate of iraq,

Cause all I'm hearin out of niggas is the same shit from my ass crack

Spread the truth like it's ya girls legs

My dick was so far up inside her I think I bruised her eggs

So what do you do when you get robbed

Ya get ya ass out to work and find a job

And what do ya do when ya come face to face with the MC

Ya sit ya ass down like Bimbo Coles on the bench seat.

I'm freaky fast with my flows give you and all emcees a bloody nose

Heres the tissue stop ya bleedin

Are ya headphones on my lyrics recieving?

My rhymes decieving but thin enough for meat cleavin

I'm cleaning out the industry like it was spring cleaning

Grab my vacuum and a roach

Woke up on Delta found out I was flyin couch

I ran up to the stewardess and pinched her ass

She said "Thats no way to get ya ass in first class"

I ran through and got in the cock pit

The pilot kicked me in the nuts and told me to stop it

Now the planes crashin and we're all gonna die

And you thought those were towelheads in the sky

Nah it was me I was breakdancin the time was 9:37

And you can call 911 but I was starting my own 9-11



*Note:...dont take offense..jus a rhyme*