Yo first things first im chillin i aint a villian im a murderer preparing for this rap killing Call me rhyme raider slay ya later terminator tomma tactical cutting deep in ya head with a chainsaw oh impractical Punch with a raffle fool drown you in a pool in ya wifeys back yard then break into her house ill fuck her from the back hard hide her body at a scrap yard leave ya body scarred for life then break ya arm and shever ya esophagus hip hop is my populous a thousand arms choking you out like an octopus snatch ya poketbook ya shook aint so no such thing as you getting away when ice t give you a bad look put you in uncooked in my refrigerator come back in 2 hours to eat ya later ya fucking hater never been a mc alive thats more greater slice ya head chomp chomp like a alligator or a crocodile ill murder you and ya new boyfriend kyle ya better stay inside when im on the pryle and fuck off ya hairstyle its a HOSTILE lifestyle better call the fire department cuz ill fire an arson burn up your carpet and blow ya entire apartment i started it and imma finish it spray em with gasoline then i killed them because they tried to jack me off with some Vaseline smash ya spleen my ass is clean smack ya over the head with a cellphone ya grandmas yelling who the hells home? crack you up eat you a like box of animal crackers when i eat em seasoned like a cannibal backwords Yall suck like some broken headphones ya better head home or get ya head blown rappers step to me in deaf tones i aint trynna hear em word to your mother kill ya brother in the living room ive broken the 6th Commandment full on disbandment full on enchantment push up kill more sorry bastards forcefully advancement cut off ya head and rearrange it range it then strangle it pre arrangement life of murder got 20 bodies in my basemnt punch ya in ya lip make ya girl strip butt naked and dance to willy Nelson last willing testament good lesson to rest im peace have ya corpse reeking in the street laying in a puddle of blood hackjack FedEx when i wreck this so check this face the facts Soo what the fack eat a big mac soo quack quack spit tracks like a ultraviolet meter strike mike and ike ya dyke grab the mic riding my trike screaming fuck everybody! ready to to murder everyone on the block probably finish em off with a shottie dangerous like john gottie show my ass to ya momma she liked it man fuck all these new fake ass rappers they done downgraded and faded away i fuck mcs up still they blue and eyeballs gushing smashing ya fucking head into the table yelling domino bury ya in the snow stub ya toe you think u still a pro shit thats a long time ago now you dead frozen in time