Im lyrically unstable, I feed on microphone cables
I put you onto to tables and disable,
This is not a fable, This is me slicin open navals,

Dumpin dead babies into cradles, my rap is fatal
You wont survive through one verse,
A bar of mine is equal to gun's burst

It's dumb a curse, caught robbin a nun's purse
Pull up with the heater, now call it a fun church
You run first, so I hunt you down quickly

I spit a rhyme straight outta ripleys, I dont get tipsy
I get $#&@ed up and call gypsi's
Mood pissy, dont give a $#&@ anymore

So $#&@ this, Ima drive a truck through a store
Bloods gonna pour, maybe restore my brains core
I dont need a !@^%,

Tell her take a tour out the door, cause before,
I've had my heart tore into fours
Im offcourse, emersed into deep depression

Smith & Wesson's hit you at first detection
So get protection, try not to mention my name
Or else, BFM'll be suspendin' ya frame

Injectin ya dame with my dick, thats some adultry
These emcees back away, actin like poultry
You should fear me, I'll drop anybody near me

Haymakers (*##$, now you cant $#&@in see clearly!