it's on 'n POPPIN' like eardrums in 747's/
Bitches gets kicked and dropped 2 there knees, this cat is beggin/
innocent bystander, fuckin' wit tha verbal Highlander/
ya words got me perturbed, observe i crush ya insignificant banter/
steppin up 2 tha plate, VK ready bitch, try it/
now u lost control like Police in tha 60's Watts riots/
when shit hits tha fan, Vic runs for his life/
my first strike is on POINT like venomous spikes/
verbals EAT u like dykes, spread ya blood on a gurney/
pissin' in ya pants, trick u softer than Bert n Ernie/
in satin panties, really, u say u can't stand me/
yet u obsess for 2 months, lil faggot tryna land me!/
don't reply, ya moms can't cope wit me puttin u in a stroke/
lyrically choke, u wouldn't have HOT LINES settin' fire 2 COKE/
this cat is bitch made, ya style been PLAYED, like Super N-E-S/
i must confess, i shoulda warned u that my lyrics molest/
unworthy emcees, like this VICtim of my rage/
unload tha gauge and catch 8mm like Nicolas Cage/
my lyrics is trife, reach unbelievable heights/
u can hear this cat get BROKE like Joe Thiesmann highlights/
i'm sicc, bar for bar u trapped in high water/
they gon' be SCRAPIN' u off walls like bugs after gettin hit by FLY SWATTERS/
i'm hotter, degrees like proof or bacardi alcohol percentages/
and ya boy gon' lose tha rest of his appendages, just cuz u messed wit this!/