I'm bombin' s*** like a terrorist
Cuz I'm a derelict - no one is prepared for this
Now I don't care I'm pissed
Back to my therapist - I need an exorcist
Dreamin' of women and their necks are slit
Kill the rest of it, I'm done - might as well cut to the chorus
With dead bodies scattered in trees all through the forest
We're so loud that you can't ignore us
We quiet down all the crowds when they cheer for us
Now who's the clown of the town - you're like Bozo
Rappin' in slow-mo - people screamin' oh no
F*** with me's a no-no
Even if you're so-so - I'll still murder your rap
Cuz I'm so tired - I wish I never heard of your crap
You just fell into my trap - now you're in my hell
And you're loved ones, they ain't never gettin' you back ----------------- Yo, yo Renegade - never been afraid to penetrate Cuz life's been a nightmare even when I've been awake I'm in a daze zoned - mind blown and then I take A Vicodin with water spiked with gin - wash the sin away Until the day that I get to take the center stage I'm the king but I'm trapped - locked up in the winner's cage And wrapped right up in all this pent up rageGive me a bad beat i can make the rap good i make the rap hit and i make the beat good i make the word play and i play it so good am like your neighbor you can find me in your hood Good boy am not a bad boy am not rude very good good boy not a bad dude i rhyme this good and i look this good rap this good like a very good food all the time the Lord is very good am in the rap nude and am always in the mood i rap in naked truth yes am that good speaking lies living lies am not good i go on and on i never say die super dupa dupa fly the apple of God's eye i belong to the very most high high flier like a kite flier am so hot like a hair dryer you cannot touch me am am live wire you can really hear me am the town crier i bone thugs with no harmony what has light got to do with dis-harmony overcame by blood and testimony I punch line like a punch tape maker, armed to the teeth like bank robber, ready to blow with my lyrical bazooka J.E to the Hovah says the game is over, I make your liver pull like am a horror film maker, am flawless lyrical I ain’t got no flaws, my punch line hit you like you received a jab in you jaw, I make you scream like a child who jam his ass on the floor, let me speak this I know I need to tell you more don’t go screaming on me shouting and begging me for more, RIVER NIGER My rhyme stretch like the river Niger and my beat rocks like there is no other. Look in my eyes, my face, may look, gentle my character too double , one part myself and the other part hustle I don’t really struggle on my side I got favor and I got flavor not vanilla am better. Come around check my lyrical character, am straight cause i aint coming from the gutter come to this arena come and feel the fire the father son holy ghost dem together na dem be my back up me i no dey shack up look me wella I ama make you shut up I speak true talk from the mind of my father open your hears you want to live forever better jump over do it now not then maybe never.