[Verse 1: Killa C]

Open them lips, you get cut into pieces

Metamorphed into food and then into feeces

I'm cooking a thesis, my stove top's delicious

Murder is not where I am …

I loath you motherfuckers, so keep talking shit

When I see you in person, I'm aiming for your dick

You bitch get a clip, and turn into a trick

R. Kelly yo ass, take a shower in piss

I rap with legends, motherfucker you don't

Fuck around, talk shit, I crash a plane in your home

You might see me on a row, or out on a boat

I chain you to cinderblocks so your ass don't float

This is truth that I'm spitting, it's real fucking simple

I'm aiming for your brain and your girlfriends nipple

I know that you bitches stay scared and aware of me

I'll gut yo ass up like that faggot …......

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]

I be the epitomy of evil, mind is …

Installation 1990 find me off on my steeple

Hell and heaven's my gospel

All 6's and 7's I'm hostile uncanny

Clip yo wiz and I spill jizz in her fanny

I is in her panties, Tech Nina higher than a pill horse

Partially God's angel but I fly with a hill force

I lie and smell torch cause I, bi-polar

I love you and I'm thinking of eating you

With a reasoning(?) and gorgonzola

And I'll eat all you bitches black to liveanians(?)

That's why the industry look at me like I'm Damian

And I ain't the prettiest, some stay back like I'm hideous, run

If he don't then he stuck on whack and … pitiless

Killa Cizzle and me, see we first class

And the motherniggas woofin' on us, they be third class

The Nina, see me burst blast

Big nick tell me he got a alligator mouth and a tweety bird ass bitch

[Verse 3: Haystak]

I'm comin' in from …., I follow the killer into the building

You're now tuned Mister McMill(?)

I smack children, put bitches on they back

Big, loud and rowdy, don't know how to act

Attack, like a pitt when you take me off the chain

… I do my thug thug thang

Come here, let me have a closer look at your brain

The wall behind you is covered with stains

You claim to be a gangster, you's a little snitch

You hang up on me again and I'll gut you like a fish you little bitch

This ain't no fuckin' scary movie, this reality holmes

And you dealin' with the man on the brink of insanity

Nobody move, you still get hurt

Run for your life or you're 'bout to get burned up

Stand back while I state my case

You gon' fuck around and make me paint my face

[Verse 4: Spice-1]

Close your eyes and grip yo dick

I'm about to hit you with this clip

Say goodbye to the bad guy

Light 'em up for fuckin' with my chips

Hit 'em with the four five, watch 'em bleed

…..........

If a nigga get caught up in my gunplay

He gon' die up in these streets

Motherfuckers know 'bout how we do it

Threw the bitch nigga up in the trunk

If a nigga know about bosselini then he know that I'm gon' …

Put 'em in the coffin while I'm coughin

Smoke a sticky …

Slip 'n slidin' hittin' corners

Niggas that told me where you hidin'

You ain't slick, you ain't sly

Motherfuckers just can't escape

Monkey ass niggas can't fuck with these real apes

So I'm a killa, see?

Rollin' a blunt with Killa C

With my ….... and my artillerie

Motherfuckers don't wanna see me roll

Bitch niggas don't wanna see me ride

Nigga this mister bosselini certified and fortified, immortalized

That nigga that put 2 slugs in that ass

Don't let your mouth write a check that your balls can't cash, nigga

[Verse 5: Bizarre]

Off the wall, about to fucking lose it

I don't talk shit, goddammit I do it

Surreal world, fuck …... with a broom

Take a shroom, and pass out and vern this room

See how crazy that sounds?

Into the mind of a 29 year old pedophile

My dad was a fag, touched my brother every day

Now you know how I feel about gays

Talk shit, end up on the shitlist

Suck my dick and taste syfilus

I'm a rockstar, I party every night

Fuck weed, I put a 8-ball in the pipe

It ain't right, how I talk about drugs

Xanax, vicodin got me fucked up

This D-12 get shot, beat and stabbed

Catch me in my tenner, in a meth lab

[Verse 6: Skatterman]

Skatterman motherfucker yeah I'm down with this sick shit

You're man wanted a kilo so I sold him this bitch quick

He came back, I guess he wanted a refund

Hear the sounds of my screwdriver piercing his weak lungs

Pussy, spewing blood all on my tennis shoes

Being dragged to the tub where I'ma finish you

I grabbed the lighter fluid, and a matchstick

The skin on his face melted like plastic

The smoke alarm is going off, the house is full of smoke

Guess I was trippin' cause the whole house is full of dope

Before I get to packin' I watch his flesh seized

Grab my work and now I'm down on the next street

I light me swisha up to calm my nerves down

I hear the ambulance and the ghetto bird now

The cops …. grab my pistol and I let it off

Then realised my bullet riddled body likely set it off