Dont get mad wishin you had the skills that we have/
your talking to the man who beat street fighter 2 just using jab/
Im a rap fien, so hyper my spits turn to caffine/
ill enough to give freddy cruger his last dream/
iLL enough to die in the hospital grip the holy gospal/
get hostle, and turn the devil into a fucking fossel/
get resurected and use hip hop for hostage/
reclaim whats real and if they got a problem imma shine like collous/
so take your pick, i dont give a fuck i dont give a shit/
Imma rap tin fole around my cock and make you bite my dick/
hear me killin cats like my name was ras putin/
looks like its time to be like blanka and start electracuin/
every MC who needs to gets livea!/
give bitches piledrivers while were a kilt like rowdy roady pipe-A/
in battles i put cats out of they misery like kavorkian/
and at the end i take my mask off spit flames like scorpian/
i only spit that shit that cats call sick/
if they got a death wish they going down first like double 6/
take your pick Evil army or JUL/
send you to hell, roast you you be like hmmm whats that smell?/
im like nes 8 bit part 2 when you see me/
you cant cheat me, I was made not to work with the game genie/
why try? jimmy sunka tells me im super fly/
i take 3 shots of rye, then spit on a beat made by passion hi fi/
when i go to engalnd i spit they say U - K/
but im better then ok, i'll spit a battle like i was fighting in the kumatay/
I rip flows, i trash mics, i through emceesin the garbage/
Im that dude spittin venom, always fightin that dude carnage/
get a call on my cell, THEY LIKE I WANT TO FEEL YA/
but im sorry batch i gots NOKIA/
go to UK see passion HI fi and spit some flow/
sportin a yellow fro in blast mtv music video/
