I'm in the projects, elevator full of piss
Jansport on my back and it's full of fish
Crack open the bag, it smell like a corpse

And I don't need the burner
I'm a human torch
For me and Ap the goons will come and capture

Got more tools than that but for plastic rappers
Tryin' to pass the Mass they get smashed to plaster
With black masks and bats, razors and ratchets

Let's see
On the guest list ten deep
You can go and ask Red & Meth about S.T.

How we knock rappers out
Send 'em to the dentist
Yeah talk is cheap but your face expensive, to fix

%#@! is vital, rappers is suicidal
Tie 'em to a chair and slice they throat with the vinyl
I change my name to The Bible

Spit a whole album and labeled it self titled
I'm the god


Skin tone whiter than a Hell's Angels biker
And a wing span wider than an X-Wing fighter
Rap writer, Chief Rocka, I'm taller than Chewbacca

Rocks in my tube socks, sinister as Chupacabra's clock
Mad money, mad hungry, Timbs muddy
Failed out of school cause I had a !@#%ty study buddy

So gutter utter sorcery, the power absorbs me
Lights start blinking when the engineer is recording me
Watch the warlock at work call me The Ice King

Swing a battle axe, Ap is rap's last Viking
Me and Term burn bodies like a biological germ
A pirate throwin' bodies off of the stern

Spray your (*##$ with sperm when she's playin' my organ
Y'all don't ever get dome, they should call you the Headless Horseman
Never a pop star, I'll leave 40 cops scarred

And carry a box cutter from Oxford to Oxnard

It's alright if you M.A.D.

You'll never ever think you'll wanna
Take me out
You'll never ever

Take me out

$#&@ the captain, I shot the parrot off his shoulder

Blew the beak clean off so now the bird talk is over
Got a couple feathers in my face from lettin' the Beretta bake
Then I meditate and say what the Hell for Heaven's sake

The back of this turbine with torch, char, cook
Every bar, hook
We aim for you

Flame broil and filet
You're such a (*##$ that when you bleed you bleed Oil Of Olay
Want a riot I'll insight one

You work at Wal-Mart but scared to pull the trigger on a price gun
$#&@ your network, you ain't close to my net worth
Disgust you when I show you my gross statements and what the jet's worth

I'll hold a stewardess hostage, I'm just plane/plain evil
My bestiality problem, I like to bang Eagles
Certified mental illness case

Whip you with a dusty pillow case till you can't feel your mother$#&@in' face