I'd rather one person say "Wow".. then 20, typing the same shit
similies ridiculous, but my punches make fight's wild
losing for you aint an option.. its becoming a lifestyle
ya'll spitting fake trash, like imaginery bars and pretend verbs
It's like installing microsoft, i chose to excel, word..
ya outlook's bleek, my jobs death like minesweepers
my shots end in a power point... to ya head like mind readers
i defy people to find faults in my speeches
i'll write trash forever more, than be a bloke who died speechless
im easily a beast, my raps can fill hours, kid
and my dropping causes a bigger shock than the twin towers did
in battling terms, im the best.. that couldn't be clearer
cause i murder everyone i see... thats why my house can't have mirrors..
im a dawg.. my punches as destructive as radium
dont just bust opponents cranium's, but every single person's in the stadium
i used to talk that murder shit, saying i'd empty hoods
used to be called mc could, but after the felonies, they knew this emcee would..
kill anyone, any time.. i'll step in and blast em'
if ya at ya gram's funeral, wit tha 9.. i pop up out the casket..
BANG BANG!!!!... POP POP!!...
now ya dead, ya mum died of horror, and the noise killed ya Pop's pop..
ya dad gonna kill him self.. put one in his head..
he gonna write a suicide note.. wait.. police see that there's blood on the pen
im a serious threat.. one line and ya'll feel hurt
my technique make jaws a big hit.. like steven spielberg..
