lions den- illest lyricist im the illest lyricist that the worlds ever seen, with demented rhymes and twisted schemes, i gotta kill shit so yall remember me, im stepping up in the rap game to shine and gleam/ ill set you afire atop a pyre/ the new king of rap somebody to admire/ i must be speaking in tongues,when i spit these deeper verses/ adam and eve a product of the past,listen as this cypher worsens/ like a bloated body getting close to bursting/ im cultivateing these rhymes,got me morphing into a roaring storm/ pouring these lyrics way outta the norm/ while un ordernarily keeping these spectators warm/ but how is that when i. so cold with my word play/ metaphors and punchlines,you couldent beat me on my worst day/ shit, ill defeat you in the worst way/ rip ya and tear ya to shreds with the nashing of teeth/ toull have better luck going to hell with your clothes soaked in gasoline/ im the illest lyricist the worlds ever seen, with demented rhymes and twisted schemes,i gotta kill shit so yall remember me,im stepping in the rap game to shine and gleam/im all my songs, they must be horrific/ heinously keeping you awake while i remove your appendix/ string you up by intestines,this painted picture i meant it/ but only in the form of lyricsm, i guess im demented/ i planted my seed guess what it fermented/ the spawn of Satan hell no the spawn of rap/ i gave into my greed, the cause of you hemorrhaging/ my humor countinuosly causes you to internally bleed, how embarrassing/ me im the rap devil and your a carrion feeder/ feebly minded you get expiditly excited/ why dont you kick back and chill listen to lethals cd try it/ im hallucinogenic, your movement its ended/ like a 42 car pile up in the caravan thats upended/ listen hear, this is the new millennium development/me arrested,thats non equivalent/ im the eqwanox of rap, but this game will turn around and stabb you in the back/ just like your closest cousin that time he got strung out on crack/i even attempted to get him clean, but i fell off the high horse myself/ aint it ironic,when you become what you never intended to be/ i thought i took all the right steps i deemd necessary/ended up on the streets then found myself sitting in a missionary seat/ once air headed, an empty mind/ an empty walking carcass, tragically designed/but i found my way back around,keeping my feet planted on solid ground/