I get it cookin' in Hells Kitchen, first 48 and no one's snitchin'Ever since a youth I been the truth with a pot to piss inRain on parades ? this no charade ? king of the jungle ? stomach rumblesCannibalistic ? eat my own kind ? yeah I said it ? go press rewindLike black widows ? spider sensin' ? hit the morphine ? f ExcedrinWilliam Gibson ? Count To Zero ? time is up ? 5th dimensionIntergalactic and corrosive like carborane acidMore explosive than francium elements in actionDon't need a triple bypass, cuz my heart is muscle boundClock in to do work and I put my hustle downSan Jose representin' like Winchester riflesNumber one with a bullet ? Snatchin' up the titlesSuicidal tendencies in sane folk are commonplaceWhen I lace the track with my tongue, got the bomb in placeNow you got swollen eardrums from swollen drum productionsV's the hip hop Adrian Peterson bull-rushin'