I've heard dope MCs and you don't Count like Dracula
Peep my vernacular, I flip words like a spatula
Spectacular, disrupt your cardiovascular
When it comes to mics, I hold the Excalibur
Rap King Arthur, I slaughter the cannon fodder
You shouldn't even bother; better yet, you should ponder
Twice, I'm too nice with the wordplay that's precise
That I spit on this device, I'm the next Sean Price
Superstar with the monkey bars, make 'em see stars that's orange
Clovers that's green, and also pink hearts
I ain't magically delicious, I'm vicious and ambitious
With the words that's malicious; to emcees, it's pernicious
You're too big for your britches, you're better off washing dishes in the kitchen
You're not worth competition to the words in my dictionary
It's quite scary, you're barely
Able to spit eloquently; I'll burn your knuckles like Terry
Bogard, my fury's fatal cause I'm SNK (Still Not Karing)
Like I'm so hateful
Ungrateful to all you fakers faking the real
I'm like Ali the greatest; you're just Ally McBeal
So you better Duck Down when I come with the +Steele+
I'm talking bout mics, no +Tek+s and no caps to peel
Cause when I shoot, it's only with the master sk**
Trying to stay indie with no Ma** Appeal