Verse 1:
I'll murder your punchlines
With 5 rhymes
From my songs
Your career is going down like a hookers thongs
My words are so paranormal that if you read lyrics of mine
You would see dead spirits in time
In your raps you try to imitate my best quote
I'll write your name on my pad and leave you dead like d**h note
Don't start a war
With the lyrical carnivore
I spit horrorcore
That leaves you in a heap of blood and gore
As I attack with chainsaws
Sharper than wolverine claws
Then I'll jump in a b-52 and drop presents on you like Santa Claus
Verse 2:
After that's done I'll do a robbery
Of your property
Don't take this as a joke because my names' not comedy
I'm the emcee you would love to sponser
With more heat coming out of my mouth than the exhausts of a rocket launcher
On the Mic my only policies
Is to abolish these
Modest emcees
With no apologies
I'll show up to your filled up house parties
With back-packs filled up with buckeys and R-pgs
I'll admit I am a down to earth guy
But soon enough you will be face-to-face with a samurai
That will determine when It's your time to die
Verse 3:
I've been raps-vision
Ever since bap-tism
A walking cata-clysm
My personalities are having a cal-ision
Dictator of this sh** call it fasc-ism
A respectable emcee I'm
Past-dissin
No church in the wild no forgiveness in nature
Since birth to a child no bitterness against a hater
Burn the snakes in the gra**
Turn the fakes into gas
Learn the basics in cla**
Rapping over a beat happened to be practice
You think you can bring heat just by rappin the fastest
Every time you speak you're mentally trashin the ma**es