aye roshambo knockin out the heavyweights ya mother fucker know my name and get it straight whippin around classic Chevrolets on my opposition i intend to defecate victory always leaves me in a better state like im draped in black on my way to heaven's gate im not the one you can try to educate i am the bomb ready to detonate dont you dare think ill hesitate the destruction i create you can not estimate no you dont get it you cant resonate i got too much or too little i cant regulate a prophet i ponder over profit as i meditate got hella stress boy i gotta medicate burn the herb and then i vegetate and if you aint down with that we gotta separate them bullets hit ya body and you levitate now you got a stone n mound they can decorate but im comin thru with a killdozer to excavate told you not to push me so now i gotta escalate i will seperate the body from the soul call that segregate aint got the time to stay in yesterday im here and now ready to devestate all the shit they speculate keep it up i love for yall to hate ive come a long way grab a measuring tape leavin em agast lookin dead in the face im gonna show em what i got man whatever it takes but for now its chill let them eat cake intent to slay dont think im playin im killin em all so dont get in the way at the end of the day its gonna be better this way tempertantrum ass bitch got ya red in the face just know yall still owe me my severance pay