uh let's get to rhymin! killin all ya savages with one hit, na, na, na, na, this ain't good enough... comn, give me somethin better than that! wait here we go! watch as I terrorize the town, na, na, na, not straight from the underground, I pack punches with pounds! people used to tell me I should be a bit more aggressive, whatcha all think about it know!? shoot each rhyme I think in my head, ready to kill, (Go, Go, Go!) deep in the darkness, I think differently, creep each thought with necessities that puts these types of thoughts in my head, I think I have to murder, (murder? what, what, what what!) shiver in this deep place so we put in the database, and we call it deform, but I dissed you, what a disgrace! (hahahaha!) people think I've never been a savage person, well I'll shock em', illustrate why they should believe in me! cause I just pulled the guts out of an MC from Jersey, cause he said he could diss me and nothin would happen, well I'll demonstrate that he doesn't have the guts to step to me! (Literally!) fillin the beats with the worst thoughts, you could think this way imma make it known that I kill, break bones, and do homicides. Worse than first degree! work the rhymes cause I'm not gonna go down as a lost rapper, a bitch who never made it! Well you about to witness the birth of da rap I spit, which is lyrical battery acid, never warm blooded, always cold, so cold you could think it's snowing, yo I'm bold! always killin' the beats, blood runnin' off my hands, always cuttin' off they feet, demonstrating for the people who think they have to walk, well they ran! take the take the pistol and do a fan, even if it's a fan, they step to me they step to the wrong man! I'm a killer man, a killer who never found a good enough target until he found you! (okay, time to change the flow man!) Uh, yeah yo why ya'll want me to fall, I never fail, whereas all yo idiots are just retailers for the same store of hip-hop, I'll do a drive-by oh your sorry rhymes, wait punch the senses out of you so I hit stop, gotta wait for the next wind on my fist otherwise I'll get pissed, cause whenever I drop I get bit, wait there's snakes under my boots, (haha! Roof) ha we are unalike like I'm darker than you in many places, traces of blood still run in my mouth, dirty south sound, damn I kinda like that, bustin' another rhyme on your head like an egg. Seven seas of rhymes is how I steer my ship, get a whiff of the whip, rippin' your skin, like well of course I'm rippin' another rhyme in the times where the hip-hop genre is one hell of a genre, and I'm one hard hip-hopper! chopper is unnecessary in this type of rap, cause I'm just looking for a rapper that has this type of flow! Man I'm growing, and yo goddamn! those shitty raps that I used to write, well say hello to the new me, cause I'm no longer towing em'! You say you want me to more about nice things, fuck that, I'm hard-core, in the rap game, I soar, come into a baddle with me, you'll get sore! It's me, on the mothafuckin beats and I'm rocking the beats until they say uncore! Killer with the syllables, lyrical, never typical, typically Rocky Balboa, cause I keep knocking out the game like it's a mothafuckin boxing match! Ha, (Step on the gas!) Rip ya until you shredded, cause in music I'm embedded! The way I spit these syllables, you'll get serious burns, and I cut the heads, from my victim's! cutting mayhem, I'm making it look mad. I'm a serious Serioux, get out of my way, otherwise I'll burn your ass! Change up the flow, Hu, like a river! Fuck you, you don't know what I've been through, but at least I'm getting ahead in the game, and you just giving head in the game, sorry to say goodbye, but I gotta do a mic drop, fuck ya'll, see next track! (Pop, Pop!)