[Verse 1: A-F-R-O]
I've been angry with a possible plan
I oughta be the hardest n***a
With a comment that'll holla your stance
Selling coke, buy a pound or a gram
I'll leave a n***a standing
With his hand and his whole foot in his a**
A-F-R-O isn't a possible man
I'll peel your metacarpals off with
Your sawed-off shot at a glance
Cause fright, I'm the darkness of man
Sane of Lucifer angels ranging from
One God in advance
I'm the one to solve your problems
And plans, f** you up in
Your kitchen and split your wig
With a pot or a pan, you be f**ing with
The wrongest of man, I'm causing
Horror like I was the father of Michael
Myers all in your a**
Flawless victory, I'm calling command
I'm so charismatic I can rob you with an
Empty garbage bag, the epitome
I'm calling you trash, you a h*mophobe
But you like more dick all in your a** n***a
[Verse 2: A-F-R-O]
I profound every lyric you rhyme
Dark brown, black version
Send your wack a** back in your time
Blackness, what I have to combine, wrap
My rap around your neck, strangulate
Till no cardiovascular signs
Suicidal persistence of mine
Thinkin' "Now damn A-F-R-O, that's
The competition of mine?"
I'll preach you like a reverend in this
Rhyme, knock you off the living list
You reach heaven, tell Father I said "Hi"
My writing utensil bled in this rhyme
I'm the type to use a knife and bleed
You slowly instead of a 9
Methamphetamines in the blood stream
Rise, agree that I've been steadily in
The jungle with a roar of a lion
You absorbing the violence, you sure
While one boring a tyrant, this
Ain't my phallic symbol, giant like a
Clone the size of Andre, dearly departed
Definitively honored, defiled
Underrated, no one can predict me
Not even the Mayans
[Verse 3: A-F-R-O]
A hellish devil with Satan's brigade
I make it tougher on an expert level
Fighting through the fire and flames
I ignite your entire domain
I perspire within the lighter and find
Myself higher than A's, don't try to
Test me with with caliber aim, I'm
Easthood, I shoot revolvers that can put
Mr. Eastwood to shame, I'm entirely
Riding the train tracks despite the
Fact that my brain think faster than a
Professor can, I'm the horrible ape
Who'll force and rape you, I'm the lord
And savior, born and raised, engaged
With a sword and sabre, my course is
Angel, but the intercourse I force is
Playful, I'll mourn an angel, but I'm
More a pain, endorse the hatred
A vigilante, slimy salami tucked in
My pant jeans, I'll leave a run and go
For [?], out of breath, doubtful mess
I oppress, the rhymes I dress, finding
Pens and writing with them