{Verse 1: Doms}
Yo my dome is wicked
And its infected with a potent sickness
Tried coping with it
But sometimes i need to go ballistic
I'm drunk driving on this road to riches
A lot of rappers wanna make it
But they ain't willing to go the distance
U need to know your limits
Or they'll leave u cold and stricken
f**ed in this game
Now you're some lame labels choking victim
I don't wanna sell my soul cause thats a low decision
But i want my family comfortable up in the home we live in
So i keep flown viscous
I know i'm sick
Haters blow a dick
I don't give a f** about your own opinion
So gather around
Listen to what this poets written
Till i got u fending for the lines like a coke addiction
I got better flows and the sh**s true
The kid is extra cold like an eskimo in his igloo
I've seen a lot of things
And you'll never know what i've been through
So i'm shredding up these beats like i'm steady holding a ginsu
Let me go up against you
And i bet you're losing
Cause when i drop a rap
I'm always shocking cats with no electrocution
I'm not a person but a deadly mutant
On a rebel movement,executing
And beheading all these petty humans
I got the weapons shootin
Like i'm teddy nugent
Your pathetic efforts useless
Any crew can get it stupid
I ain't dumbing down sh** to make it less confusing
I'm tighter than a leather suit
These dudes are just a nuisance
And whoever invented music
Really set the blueprints
We kept it movin
Now its turned into a revolution
I wreck the booth until they wrap it up in caution tape
I'm putting cats on ice so go and grab ur f**in hockey skates
I have to puff a lot of haze to keep my sanity
And i don't speak to god
Cause he don't feel the need to answer me
I'm trying to feed my family
Hustlin and grindin
Any another alliance
Really shouldn't f** with these giants
We rugged and violent
The type to start the ruckus and riots
Fluke rhymers getting screw drivers
Stuck in their eyelids
I'm nuts with the rhyming
Pure dope is what i'm supplying
So when my album drops i hope the people rushin to buy it