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