Call it park-our but hardcore
I make killing an art form
Death's cold taste, sweet as a carte d'or

No need to start wars for a difference of opinion
Give me the name of your antagonist, I'll stick em' in the ribs
Because I'm an $$#assin

One with a passion, for innovative rapping
Dropping so fast you're probably having a problem to follow the caption
I'm so ahead of my time

I'm probably rapping backwards
I'm a scholar of Latin
With a masters in dispatching

anybody that's hassling
One of my customers, I cuts them up
and shuts them up in a casket

What you've got to do is ask
and then I'll have grabbed them
and then stabbed them

in the abdomen that minute
and be finished with the killing before you've finish with asking
a bird of prey

with terminators murder rate
i'm serving plates of pain up
like a perverse buffet

take you to the pearly gates
i'll impersonate a passerby you wouldn't bat an eye!
until your circulation's pacified

so practiced I couldn't
count the crimes
I've perpetrated

how many spines
of vertebrates
I've snapped

my raps, travel through sound and time
reverberate through generations permeate
my serenade, regurgitated

through a nerd rapper's recitation
to your earthly playlist!
so i'd say this was a revelation (a revelation)