[Demetrius Capone] I drink lethal injections, you can't k** me and the brethren Call my pieces Katrina and Nina eleven (9/11) Leaving ya resting in piece when the eat through ya flesh and Intestines , yes, indeed leaving a mess then They blast for me, ya bleeding to d**h and Speaking of blasphemy, Im squeezing that reverend Sick as a Catholic priest, the beat Im molesting Drawing a masterpiece, that means that my weapons the best [Dice Dinero] You're a little soft, im a little off Ima real boss, this is real talk My speech authentic yeah This the Shoe crew, shoe crews You dudes can't f** with the leaders of new school You lose, Im ignoring all your gripes and your boohoos Just because its your boo who's hanging on two j**els This dude's tool is opposite of this dude's fuse Meaning its long to sing you a song, my tools croon [Kenny Siegel] My spittin ability, gotta feel him lyrically But my enemies grillin me, so I grip on a semi-heat When Im feeling hostility, what the f** is the frown for Whatever you up for, Im down for They wonderin how such a cold n***a spit out some flames How do I write these ingenious bars without a brain And my car I stay strapped in the seat In case I run into a motherf**er who tries to get out of lane [Julius Luciano] Im starting to feel like a f**ing savage I must be spazzing, I just jumped up and bucked it And my muffler draggin, in my dump truck Clutchin a ratchet bustin at random Leave you stiff as f**in Spastic Paralysis, f** you f*ggots, plus you basterds f** a casket, I put, Chuck, up in my cab Stuffed in a Cap'n Crunch box serial (cereal) k**er My one companion, is f**in trusty my hatchet… [Demetrius Capone] That's it, when we spittin that kinda sh** that could fill a morgue Your competition gets more stiffer than rigor mor-tis Or my dick when Im picturing intercourse With Kenya Moore or Melissa Ford You finna for-feit, sh** You b**h n***as can ill afford To diss, my spit can win awards and win a war I choke you with words and strangle you with a cord-less Mic, my bars are harder than prison doors [Julius Luciano] You n***as think it's a wrap til sh**s unraveling Quit the babbling Before I stick you with the biggest javelin Get the ambulance, cuz my spit is hazardous To this planets inhabitants This is the Matrix and Im Mr. Anderson You n***as get to scatterin, but these guys don't run C-O-B is giant, better be Eli no son [?] I mean Fe Fi Fo Fum, you get the 4-1-1 Take P-90 out these five-oh-ones [Kenny Siegel] Tell your squad they should stand up or stand down They can either man up or ready to be manned down Cuz I never play all on these fair rounds I'm the quickest at raising these arms up, hands down Yeah, my flow belongs on a coke scale I ain't never had a license, I got no L's I'll leave a n***a with holes in em like motel Leave a n***as face half off, like its on sale [Dice Deniro] I put metal in your mouth, come and see the dentist If you restless, Ill put you to sleep in minutes Poppin off like you can see this menace Put your green where your mouth is n***a, like you eating spinach Every bar this beast invent is raping the weak and timid You can sleep under the beach in the Venice When I bust my nine, better duck one time Like you dodging the police shots, that'll eat ya grimace[?] [Julius Luciano] My words fly, the sh** that I quote soars Spit cold sh**, excrement mixed with a snowstorm Is it a hoax or is it mythical folklore Is it as dope, the sh** that I wrote more Twisted and sicker than the sh** depicted in ghost stor-ies Im hard, like tryna fit through a closed door With a pitchfork, Im Ray Allen, k** you with Three pointers, figga this n***as itchin to go to war [Demetrius Capone] Now you can go and clone Capones Chromosome, but yo No ones close to lone Chrome'll toast your dome You comatosed, i'm wrong Like rollin dope up with a Bible page Woah…Holy smokes Who summons me, which one of you wanna beef Bars over your head like I locked you underneath The jail, hell, I make it unfun to breathe More premature, my mama couldn't stomach me