Produced by: Kingsmen
Lyrics
Verse 1
Verbally vicious, day to day I certainly spill this
Comin' off the plane with a terminal illness
High jackin' F-15s with M-16s
I'm strong enough to bend brick sheets and send sick teens
to Lucifer, back in the day dog I used to
Fuck chickens, cows, cats, rabbits and roosters
Just to show I'm so sick, Warning, I'm scorchin'
Smashin' everything from porcelain to Porsches
and porches, bring the house down with torches
Life's a bitch but my bitch is gorgeous
On the fast lane I pass planes and blast brains
Stickin' rappers for the cold snow ski-mask way
I can bring the heat specifically 360 degrees
Geez, I rap circles around easily
I'm messed up mom said for me to dress up
Put on a suit and tie get a job but guess what
Hook (2x)
My rap guns come out, my rap guns dumb out
Anybody wanna talk the talk they get shut down
What's up now? Evacuate the premises and get out
Listen to my sound go blaow, blaow, blaow
Verse 2
Sicker than most so come close I'm thinkin' to toast
Quick to roast dopey dopes diagnosed with the comatose
Those ropes, they go around ya neck
While crucifixes and horses heads surround ya bed
Ya bound for death, see where the spectrum be
'cause I can end enemies with the vector beam
Discrepancy, plant seeds for pregnancies
These women can't stop me with vasectomies
Expect to see, venom in the recipe
so if I bite what you write you rest in peace
Let me stick a knife inside ya life expectancy
Cut it short like Kanye's acceptance speech
In about six seconds I'm a send the beast
What's beef? I don't eat it till it's tender see
Try to reach and I'll bury you six feet deep
Either diss me please or you can kiss these cheeks
Hook (2x)
Verse 3
I got a rifle (load), I got a knife too (sharpen)
Stone cold killer snipe you with an ice cube (shoot)
Such a foul style, born a wild child
Happy go lucky, livin' with the Mad Cow
Bow down kiss the ground matter fact kiss the crown
I raise hell till the cemetaries hit the clouds
But I'm bored with the same ol' sword
Strikin' the same ol' chord wipin' the stains off walls
Lord, all I want is just a big chainsaw
so I can chop up floors to 44 4x4 boards
Pick 'em up when I swing you duck
The wood stings like fuck takin' the skins off skulls
like a potato I mash you, savagely bash you
Birthdays gimme reason to annually smack you
This is how it goes fa'sho the flow's so loco
so start workin' on my lawn, homo
Hook (2x)