[Verse 1]
I double, triple, quadruple dog dare you
To come against me, think I won't scare you
Enough to make you +Come Clean+ like the Damaja
I crush amateurs who come across my diameter
They don't got the stamina like a boxer
But much hotter when I slaughter your daughter and throw her in the water
You're bad news like 9/11
You got seven seconds before I send you to Heaven
For you to meet the maker, you know why I hate ya
You're faker and not real like a wrestler's backbreaker
Randy Savage, Undertaker, Hulk Hogan, The Rock
Try not to mock the best on the block, ock
I'm as fly as a hawk that don't gotta walk
You shouldn't even talk, stalk, or gawk
The pen is my chalk and my notebook's the board
Beware, I'm schooling crews hard and leaving them all scarred
[Hook]
I got the soul
[Verse 2]
Somebody bring forth the venom as I stab it through your denim
With the mic as my weapon, you're about as dead as John Lennon
When I pull out the eagle, I get evil and crush equals
For flows that are feeble and fecal
Been doing this since adolescence, I'm about to teach you a lesson
This rhyming is my profession, demand no mainstream attention
Cause rappers with a plain name tend to spit the same flame
What a shame, because I tend to blow them all out the frame
Matter fact, the picture as I write in the scripture
I spit rhymes quicker with the flows much sicker
Silent k**er, better feel the stealth like Sam Fisher
With that last bar, I am now crowned as the victor
[Hook (2x)]