my rhymes are as rancid as punk with sid sittin vicious
i would de-pants a monk in front of ten different bitches
when i flow you need protection from obsession
12 step programs with 3 flight extensions for comprehension
stop the tension i wont hurt your ego beyond family recolection
secs are flexin with fears of the mention of my ressurection
jesus without the sacrifice, born once dies twice
from a wak ass flow i heard you spit tonight
watch me rip the mic with all my might carryin a bag full of kryptonite
i can lick the knife with a tounge this sharp
sick of life waitin for my wings and harp
ridin the pale horse with a bleeding heart
lookin for you, the wak emcee that killed it from the start