I grab the mic then-a, look for helucinahenas, fuck combin my hair, I know I'm a boutta be caught bare, in the act, of an attack, forcing me to go back, after showing a knack, of skill, to rap and also kill, ing here's the fucking bill, cuz me and BigMax taking our shot, pull out the glock, (chk chk bang) bars still hot, you best know not, to come at me, I rap like I picked up the meth and fetamy, bitch you aint-gonna-get-any, but as I said I'm taking my shot, I got the best rhyme stock, put the industry in shock, still got these down on lock, no need to see the clock, I gotta watch, what I'm sayin, what I'm layin, in rap I'm stayin, look at the words I'm slayin, this is murder, the mental converter, I pick up the pen and begin, even when, I'm being ripped apart, this is just began to start, this is truly art, push the empty shopping cart, cuz I'm too broke, but I spit the se bars make you so stoked, put you into a damn stroke!