I always hit 'em with the hardcore
That raw $%&^ !@$^ flaw
Now i'm blowin' up

Like !@%!e in a !@^%'s nose
I don't pay hookers
I just puch 'em in the torso

Blow a load up on they tits
And leave 'em with the doors closed
Lord knows i'm a crazy $$# savage

And they use to laugh at it
Now they like dag nabbit
webby droppin' mutha$#&@as

Like a bad habit
$#&@in' like a jack rabbit
Grammar with mathematics

And black magic
Speak wickedly
Leavin' they knees jittery

If they beef with-uh me
Then they will leave lividly
Hit'em in the head

'til they stumble & see 6ix of me
Then grab the chainsaw
From the back of the jeep liberty

Servin' these punks
Bring an entree to ya
I'm a sick mutha$#&@a

Ask sanjay Gupta
Meaneuver like a puma
When i'm killin' the track

I'm the best in the burbs
And the kid is back ((*##$)


It's the phantom of the opera
With a handle of the vodka
king, beach

You can't hold a candle to mufasa
Spit dope lava
Rockin' no prada

Wear a wife beater while i'm cunt puntin' 'yo mama
(what the $#&@?)
'Cuz webby fresher than a pack of certs

Makin' sure none of my competition standin' afterwards
Cuz' i break challengers
Wanna be fake battlers

I'm drunk all day with no shame like Frank Gallagher
Bowser on my bicep baby i'm a villain
I'm a sick $#&@ usin' plastic silverware to kill 'em

Use a butter knife
Cut 'em up for 3 days
Then feed your body parts to my bichon frise

I'm too sick for any radio dj
But still they turn it up
Run it back and replay

I guess i'm just a $#&@in' nutcase
So you can go $#&@ yourself
For $#&@'s sake


1/2 these rappers turn soft
That is smoething

That i'm not though
Singing love songs
And sippin' a macchiato

I'm grimey to the core
Always steady on a hot flow
Stay high rockin' my shades like Johnny Bravo

Gid knows that i got a few screwsloose
And my buzz on the web is bigger than bruce bruce suits
You poppin' rose while i'm crackin' a fruit juice

And mixin' it with absolut until i spew puke
I'm serial killer
Webby preparin' to kill' em

I'm like bundy
And i'm not talkin' married with children
Webby smackin' rap promoters

If they don't have the cash they owe us
On top of my cheese
Like lettuce, tomato, and capaciola
Jack and soda, let me puff my piff
They never seen this rap %#@! done like this

More often than not they all love my %#@!
But if you're one of 'em that doesen't?
you can suck my ===D.