If you gotta hate a rapper, make it Zeta Kappa -- comma, Delta

Melt ya -- bomb ya shelter

Belt ya, beat ya, pelt ya, swell ya features

It's that fella from the cellar - developed into a creature

Eat ya - face off, smothered in steak sauce

Take more drugs than Rush Limbaugh and Kate Moss

...both combined, I'm close to the line

That divides ghosts that died - and those alive

What I write gets hyped like "Iron Mikе's" fight night

...I get bumped like thе cycle in Excite Bike

Some say I'm nice - they are quite right

Night-night! - knockin out your lights with a pipe strike

Down right -- Ike Turner-like, style meaner

Pulla live burner out, I'll beat ya like Tina

Smacked with the back of your own black nina

Teach you bambina's - get back in the cocina

Tie up your aprons, don't ever disobey me

My game's tetherball - ain't nobody play me

Dominant, monster to God-fearing holy men

Conquer the continent - followin' Napoleon

Ashes to ashes - dust to dust...

Skeletons get pulled from your flesh and crushed

Gorge on your organs, eat marrow last

Half hollow bones fashioned last as my arrow shafts

Graphic Jack Kerouac-class poetry

Even when I ghostwrite, everybody know it's me

My diction exhibits a distinguished eloquence...

Linguist possessin' alien intelligence

Best fed gas fuel: electric metal-headed->

Cybernetics expect heavy regular unleaded

Mechanized weapons, I uncover when you steppin'

Demonstrate a laser ray emission as a lesson [I be]

Rippin into your chest, what I mades an impression

Rib cage stretching, dislocated, defective

I am the best, ain't no way that you'd ever get selected

Train everyday, you ain't changing your genetics

We ain't the same.. face it on a cellular

Level, I'm tellin you, I maybe that incredible

A helluva rhyme developer I'm sellable

Intelligible, lines, eligible -- why?

Cuz I'm devilishly catchy with my melodies

Anything less than the best is a felony...

Love it or leave it, hold up -- repeating

Vanilla Ice lyrics like I wrote em? is cheatin

Not to mention that it's wack like a mother-fuck

Drown you in the bath tub underneath your rubber-duck

You puff blunts like your Willie Fuckin Nelson

So, go ahead, critique me like yer reallin fuckin helpin'