Duck down, 'cuz the verbs are repellin' 'em//
Serving and tellin' them, your words are irrelevant//
I'm quick to crush you fucking nerds like an elephant//
When I smack this rap shit, I bomb a faggot//
Hatchets are crackin' ya cabbage fast with...//
Swift flicks of the wrist to lay you in a casket//
I'll murder your persona, then take your soul as a captive//
Maggots creep in, and start coroding ya body//
The flows that i'm popping are so fuckin' naughty//
I spit with the bouncin' flow, so your hoes will be nodding//
Choking when i'm smokin the bomb trees, toking the bong G//
I spit only hard punches, so all of my foes will be dropping//
Caught me commiting lyrical crimes with the spiritual rhymes//
A demented emcee, y'all are straight fearing my mind//
You spit the queerest of lines, so i'll slice your ear with a knive//
You fuckers couldn't see me if I stood near to your eyes//
Cheer when I sigh, and deside to take a breather//
I'm the type of motherfucker who would kill you with flames and ether//
Hate the speaker that blaze the weaker fake emcee nerds//
I break, shake, and bake you lames 'cuz you flakes are eager...//
To taste my intellectual stylings that i'm violently firing//
I'm the type to kick freestyles until i'm tiring, then perspiring//
So who's gonna be first to step up to Lord E and the boys (.La Familia.)//
You're the weakest toys, so quick to get me annoyed//
None of you fuck faces can touch the shots that we deploy//
I seek the joy of destroying wack emcees with these audible 9 millies//
When I rhyme feel me, motherfuckers know that my mind's really...//
Sick and twisted 'cuz I kick it so sadistic with these ballistics//
Slash acidic cannaballisitc rhymes to kill a nitwit and a misfit//
I'm too eager to throw another garbage rapper straight to my shit list//
I'm wicked and murderous, fast to be rippin' ya and splittin' ya//
My lyrics are bullets, so clowns know that I be spittin slugs//
I'm the type to burn a wack fucker, like I was chlamydia//