[Verse 1] I double, triple, quadruple dog dare you To come against me, think I won't scare you Enough to make you +Come Clean+ like the Damaja I crush amateurs who come across my diameter They don't got the stamina like a boxer But much hotter when I slaughter your daughter and throw her in the water You're bad news like 9/11 You got seven seconds before I send you to Heaven For you to meet the maker, you know why I hate ya You're faker and not real like a wrestler's backbreaker Randy Savage, Undertaker, Hulk Hogan, The Rock Try not to mock the best on the block, ock I'm as fly as a hawk that don't gotta walk You shouldn't even talk, stalk, or gawk The pen is my chalk and my notebook's the board Beware, I'm schooling crews hard and leaving them all scarred [Hook] I got the soul [Verse 2] Somebody bring forth the venom as I stab it through your denim With the mic as my weapon, you're about as dead as John Lennon When I pull out the eagle, I get evil and crush equals For flows that are feeble and fecal Been doing this since adolescence, I'm about to teach you a lesson This rhyming is my profession, demand no mainstream attention Cause rappers with a plain name tend to spit the same flame What a shame, because I tend to blow them all out the frame Matter fact, the picture as I write in the scripture I spit rhymes quicker with the flows much sicker Silent k**er, better feel the stealth like Sam Fisher With that last bar, I am now crowned as the victor [Hook (2x)]