I’m the sword with no handle The soul that you can’t sample The one with the Killer Mike Defense like my mantle I’m friends with Jose The things that hoes say I came on them titties Sperm looked like Corn Whiskey Rozay to crochet Weave the coke and complace Kilt the shit like I knit it Ask myself why I admit it Does violence sell? well hell it does, for the shits and giggles, tits and nipples, they are my fav, I could suck on em for days, stuck on em with rays, beams and layzers, Phaser set to stun, Son of the sun, Jet Li powers cuz I am The One.