[verse 1:Machiavelli]
I'm f**in' sick
And quick to lick
This dipstick
Put it on my dick and stick it
To your b**h's lips
I'm sorry sometimes
I just f**in' slip
Cause I'm cryptic
With a big dick
And I'm vicious
When I stick it in sh**
Same gist for when I spit
Off the tip of my tongue
If it was off my dome
The sh** would never get done
When I find your b**h
I'm takin' her home
And I'm makin' her cum
If you talk sh**
You should probably run
Cause I'm comin' for vengeance
And I'm f**in' relentless
If you find an empty case
Then I've probably spent it...
Didn't start the feud
But I'll probably end it
My diction's depictin'
The fiction
While Skitzo is mixin'
And rippin' the b**h in
Tried to to produce
But I'm stickin' to spittin'
I would try fruity loops
But drum pads don't work in the kitchen
A backwards personality
Got a pair of Nike's
Where my psyche should be
Most likely to be
An emcee
Dispensing
Iconoclastic lyrics
In a ten-speed
While I'm f**in'
Word fencing
With swords I smithed
sh**
That's f**in' deadly
You don't wanna know where my head be
I'll pull this tech till the clip is empty
I would tell you to check where your heads at:
But's that kinda hard to do when your headless...