murder me,you nigass,can't handle me,I come through dropping off sacks,picking up money at your spot,if you don't think this shit hot,or not,fuck what you think,I pour the blood,and straight mixit with ink,I got the body and soul,to make you hater and fader,feel,turn up the mix,I'm about to spit some favors in your ear tonight,get your body moving and groovin,I know you don't want stop the show,and your heart skip oh beat or two,your head and feet don't know what two do.but get down and dance to this funky beat that gives you cocaine blues,so put on your good shoes,stepping skip a funky beat or two. cause I come liketrain,running all over you,leaving nothing but dusk and smoke in my wake,so wakeup you niggas,can't handle me,you niggas,can't murder me,I like shark in the deep sea,I smell blood from a mile away,and come straight at with all shark teeth showin,ripping and tarin all my rap enemies apart in a mad fight two see who is the baddest one to touch the mic,I'm on fire,burnup all my mc enemies, checkout the in my and the energy that I bring with mic,leaving al my for on the mic luck jaws,with there tongues twisted all in a not,I'm not play I come here with murder in my eyes give all you mcs,butterflies as you hear my words enterbrain,causing damage so intense that it shake eagle your brains, I go insane when I hit this thing,holdin mic like paddle and rap battle anyone that comes along and shake and rattle my chains in this here rap game,I set the whole floor on flames,never,never,let the mic go,with such a death blow, my flow,is suicidal when it enters your brains my you walk around like you zombies, I get the cure to my you bleed,from the injection, that brings your whole body and soul back from a coma,seein the light of my music for the very first time,