I feast on your mistakes. hand me my fork and plate I'll cut you open like a steak. I don't break. I dont bruise. Dont light my fuse. Or they'll be doom. and someone will be put in a tomb. Oh u think im playing go talk to mr Reese. Oh wait i broke him piece by piece. That's right im in peace with his decease. I'm laying this rhyme. Like how i drop dimes all the flippin time. In the grind its my time. I feast on ur mistakes. Hand me my fork and plate. I'm greater than Alexander the great. So dont mess with me or you'll be on my plate. Ohh yeah. get in my way, ill dunk the ball right in your face.