[Verse 1] My rhymes rupture, the structure is breezy When I was 12, I when to hell for snuffin Weezy Paper is my platform, taking rap swarms by storm Rhymes slick, thick, kicking the dirty rap schemes Rap fiends are streaming with reams I'm illing with spilling vocab, k**ing labs Take time to digest, I make rhymes to impress I rake more grime than the rest So don't fake crime to contest I break spines on request My writings splatter, it's lightning, and its fatter Took my time, wrote the rhymes, and k**ed the beat Vocabulary fiend, its mean but sugar sweet My verses bursts and leave MC's in hearses [Outro] This goes out to Rama, Malik-X k**a T, Hopsin, Funk Volume Everyone who's down Spectacular Sick Stupid Souled Spitter Starking Squealing Schmucks in the sh**ter Retrenching with rhythmical rhymes rinsing runner-ups Frailed fickled freshies, filthied and getting f**ed up By Rapa, bagging benchies and bottle boys with bars Terrorizing Timid Throngs, I'm thick as tar Thermic terminator taking the throne with thrusting tone Violent Villainous Vocabers Vulgarizing, No Vaseline Gifted Great, Greasing Gimmicks with gasoline Weighted Wax Wars are Wild Many Menacing Moguls are Milked and Mild Don't diss dudes that are dirty and dope So stop scheming stupid sound, soft soap