I'm prolly what you'd call a

Record industry population enforcer

I slaughter like a hunnid rappers each quarter

In order to keep the shit in order

Track wack niggas down from borda ta borda

Just like the stories of the hare and the tortoise

The rabbit was faster but fell asleep in the forest

But lost cuz the Tortoise had endurance

I always stay focused the longest

I promise I could battle any artist until they just get exhausted and forfeit

Wit actual supernatural forces

I'm a Horseman from Hell

Immune to thе garlic water and the crosses

Aftеr the last album I went thru a metamorphosis

And probably fired more niggas than Doug Morris did

I kicked the dead beats out

Turned around and switched my whole team out

Now I got some bangin' ass beats now

It paid off

Cuz I came off

Like Adolf

And I could murda any mutha-what camp I concentrate on

Wit' the first strike

I'm so nice

I could exterminate

More suckas than the 1st Reich

The way I burn mics

I've been accused of bein' all hype

All bark and no bite

Every night, I got into a bar fight

Defendin' my title

Cuz niggas was like "Yo, yo, I ain't feelin' ya shit"

And I had to beat they ass wit Tae-Bo

Read somewhere that I was wack?!

Musta been a typo

Out of a grand, I got 755 votes fa

Freestyle Champion

2 years in a row

The type of rhymes I be spittin'

Y'all suckas ain't even close

You wonder why I do dis?

I do dis

Because I find it therapeutic

For all my enthusiasts to love my music

You stupid

My brain's fasta than Craig computers

The microprocessor's submerged in cryogenic fluids

On some rude shit

Put doo-doo on ya boot

And tell you you betta not use it

Then BOOTleg ya new shit

You think you could mess around? Prove it

You gotta beat? Use it

You got niggas? Tell 'em to produce it