im anything and everything besides dull/
a walking library in the shape of a skull/
biceps the size of hulks, noone wanna trade hits/
feel the hollow rounds of a gun that holds 8 tips/
make the whole state flip, when i throw down/
and have seven scuds and a hbomb aimed at ya hometown/
im throne bound, the way im decapitatin a lord/
and i need is one mic, and a polished samurai sword/
a mics cord, is prolly my most deadliest weapon/
i make thugs cry the way im excessivly wreckn/
mics get infected cuz my lyrics are sick/
im like reptile from MK the way my spits are acidic/
you got heart? lets see, ill rip it and show it like kano/
roundhouse the back of ur head and see where ur brains go/
my main flows, gains bones, to where i have to give it away, like gameshows/
in a crew with insane bros that dont take no for an answer/
have u in a bed shakn ur head, as i inject u wit cancer/
throw u in the damn dirt, covered wit mud/
take the slugs to ya chest, embrace it like a thug/
six feet we dig for u, give respect and be brace/
cuz even real niggas die in a shallow grave/