[Verse One: Buc Fifty]

I'm too hot to handle though, too bold to fold

I could raise Hell then freeze it, nigga I'm that cold

Billion below zero, I fear no queer flow

Turn the fluid in a devil's bones to cherry ice cones

Give him hypothermia from my isotones

Look out below, out the sky, hitting your dome

Frozen H2O, hundred pound icicles

I'll throw an '84 quarter in the sky, locked and load

Bust one shot and like magic the quarter's gone

But look behind ya back though, stacked up on the floor

Five brand new, 2000 nickles

Bust a cat with a shot, make burger's fry, shaking pickles

Like a knife twisted in ya gut this shit tickle

When I die, go to Heaven with Red Fox and sip ripple

[Verse Two: Freestyle]

Behold the cold blade of Excalibur

Never to pity fools

Rule with an iron hand, so it's simple to break the rule

Out of sight of our kingdom, your problems are minuscule

Musketeers rush ya fears, ya subject to ridicule

Man With An Iron Mask, get cast deep in the dungeon

With torches to your orchard, ya band is stoned, bludgeoned

As I seize with ease, consider me ya legacy of chivalry

Ubiquity, legendary's epitome

The planet's are aligned to my Gibralter's design

Round table is where we dine

Five divine concubines in shining armor

Defining karma with swords attached to brandish mic hoards

And all you have to do is press record

Moat surrounds the castle but yet we still catapult

Giving you bad results for your villages and cults

Monster like the Loch Ness

Mid evil cerebral as my accomplish

Is Swollen Members

[Verse Three: Mad Child]

Feel the flame, here comes the king of pain

That goes against the grain

Get lost in my domain

Serpent lies coiled at the entrance

Fantastic four

Explore the depth of the defensive

Planet alignment, poisonest placement

Try not to think of all the years I've wasted

Taste a touch of terror, soaked in seclusion

Instinct is anger, laced with confusion

You'll come to the conclusion

Mad Child's to blame

For always acting up, how you think I got my name?

Causing a disturbance

Conflicts are constant

I'm drunk in the middle of the club like, "Who want's it?"

Heinekens in both hands, obnoxious laughter

I regret nothing, except the morning after

Broken knuckles, stitches on my dome

These day, unless I'm on tour, I'm staying home

[Verse Four: Prevail]

Thee unfortunate

Rhyming all disproportionate

My life and times is a biography for coroners

That same trap of steel that wraps around your heel

And drags you under the soil for worm meal

Has a replica

I can spin it back from the shack

Where they spit twisted algebra and mix it with pig fat

And mentioning the contention of inventions that I've built

For the stretching of a frame of a rapper filled with filth

That's the job of a hog in this daily jog

You pack the load or you end up on the burning road

Forget a confrontation if you dream of turning old

Witness the wingspan, welcome to the king's land

Growling with the wolf pack, howling as we kill lambs

You gotta eat, yo that's the crisis of the freak

We either leave you out for crow's beak or slow leaking gasses

And bring you six days closer to Sabbath

Whatever magic you possessed is now laid to rest

Stay distressed

It helps me know that I impress

What spins through flesh, teeth through muscle

We eat through the metal and beat down the humble