[Intro: Sample]
"I will always be your better riddance
You alone cannot hope to defeat..."
[Verse 1]
Parental discretion, this show's not for questioning
Let your kids get lit, get hit with chest medicine
Set deafening, unsettling the endocrine
Collective grin forming as he morph into a gremlin
Strep leper tempering, half a step from entering his d**h bed
Affliction self-inflicted for deception of the nephilim
His diction compels him to fill ditches
Order angelfish dishes up in hell's kitchen
Slug a mic until the plug get defective
And even then still rip electrical aesthetics
Dialectic biochemic with the cryogenic weaponry
Hallucinogenic energy directed at the less-in-need
Release your green, he'll out-rap you in a reverie
Distract you with a credit fee for emceeing your elegy
Many myth breeder, a**ess him with a Celtic meter
The secret origin has always been the pelvic region
Blood rushes to the cheek when all admit defeat
Sole message sent for next year: expect a redder season
Beg for reason, there's a lesion in his gene cohesion
Oh he beez a heathen but it's only if you need the beating
Please if you do smoke the cap'n cold rogue, don't chaperone
No, he sat alone in the catacomb bent
Demolition man, today's mission: rent-a-pen
I need y'all help: smell the wreck then tell a friend
Lungs warm, this morning is a fine a**
Fry up all the dry gra**, still get a high pa**
This is the moment that been paid for and waited on
You and you and you and you, fail all the high cla**
Make some noise, from west side to Bed-Stuy
Best guy to score up the soundtrack to end times
Get a dub sac for the nut committing pen crimes
Thriving off the ink supply bolstering his enzymes
Ladder climber, the mad hatter rat rhymer
Sudden d**h cage match, hack you like a cheddar grinder
The raw few sons you all with a moonsault, ooh
New looney tune boon dock crew
We know that y'all the cancer of your own rap benefit
Nice like the medics if a crack epidemic hit
Mister Tom Solar, ingrain it in your helmet kid
Right on the shell of it, dent it with this element
Twitpic a nitwit nitpicking sh** hits
Imitator DJ, he play only for the picnic
Blunderbuss the big wigs with the click rigs
Dusty wonderf**s under-bussed us, k** the switch
sh**...
[Outro: Sample]
"Your plan to destroy them has failed master... failed."
"You'll need a headquarters too."
"Yes, and I say it should be at the bottom of an ocean."
"We'll hide under the ice, in the polar cap."
"Your brain must be frozen Captain Cold; the jungle is the only logical place."