It's ridiculous to me, people living in their death
as if the life their living in is giving in to breath
and because their dieing, their trying to take me with
psychopathic motherfuckers can sit and suck on my dick
Lyrically, everything that I be busting is sick
I don't give a fuck who you is, you nothing but bitch
always got something to spit, every rhyme that I rip
kills every line that you spit, I'm the nicest at this
I go it strapped with vices and grips, despising my shit?
You'll will get sliced up and split, man you know I can rip
Despite what mothefuckers say, doesn't matter to this
I'm the motherboard of rapping, with a syphilis clit
Lyrically, experimentally, detrimentally, mentally
was meant to be an entity of infinite energy
elementally spellbound to hunting my enemies
with 7 hypodermic needles implanted in memories
chemical emergencies, when I rip it and spill
Tylenol pills filled inside my bill and still
I kill every single rhyme, rip it one at a time
I run with the track so I'm never behind
with letters divine they shine, make me double my green
with more nines around me, then bubble machines
Fuck anyone who doubt me, hardcore aura, I pounce thee,
with just a fucking ounce of brown seeds
impale you with stalagmites, busting from ground
how's it feel, having your intestines thrusting around
hardcore? scratch ya iron off like lottery tickets
you run and cry with screams, man you got to be bitches
prodigy sickness ripping, the odyssey switched with
my rhyme book, now you read the swine flu with it
Sick, witness this shit, sadistic magic apparatus
blast ya hippo-campus with a pint of acid, now imagine
Crack a diamond with my forehead and sniff the crystals
now my skull is all powerful, sneezing nickles