My practical solution to shmucks beefin' is sinkin' my teeth in the flesh of ya
neck like Dracula seducin' s*uts
And bite a piece of flesh off, but now you could have aids, I'd rather make you
a cadaver with blades
I write the followin' raps to you cats that bite swallow and jack, and recite
rhymes on the mic without aknowledgin' facts
I won't be reluctant to pull out the knife tucked in...my waste, up in the
place, leave it stuck in ya face, f** em
I find it difficult, to not be dispicable to minds that are typical
f** financial a**istance, a man's existence revolves around survival that
evolves into a hustler with substantial buisness
My attitude is improper, like a skin popper, stickin' a blade on the top of a
skull of an imposter
Since created at birth, I've hated the earth, livin' in a society of anxiety
makes it worse
(chorus) Morbid, like Mordrid holdin' a chainsaw kid ready to do a gore bid
We keep it morbid, off some more sh**, get ya jaw split with blood drippin'
outta ya forehead - repeat
Its worth while, for you to peep a verse thats vile, you could learn something
from watching a perverted person's style
My versatile verses are like curses that give you wild urges to worship belile
Beef with me you cant stay the same, you'll have to change ya name, change ya
s**, rearrange ya frame
Take a plane to somewhere strange if you plan on keepin' ya cranium containin'
ya brain
Your f**in' dome will give in, with the turnakit wrapped around ya, you're
underground kid, ya the artist formerly known as livin'
You're the past like yesterday, blast ya chest away, your positive HIV test is
gay
And stop hip hoppin, you're dick jockin', you stick co*k in ya mouth and rock
chick stockings
So die, its all about evil raps and weapons, money and s*uts, with gats
strapped by the intestines