[OUTLAW]:

My name is outlaw, and I'm stomping your pride

Making you anxious so you fucking don't write

Made you memorize this day for life, you apes

Summarized in ways: "you grew your size of brain"

Its size and shape - when you exercise with weights

But I'm afraid that it's too late for you animals

And mammal brain glands and with a twist of fate

I graduate rap and contacted mayham

[Mayham]:

You've got rights, the right to remain silent

They call me mayham, faggot; I fight to remain violent

So don't bother therapists, homie I strike away guidance

They say I'm going in, yeah - inside insane asylums

I'm riled up with violence, and fight you with strikes

I bite like I'm tyson, I take lines from my simons

So simon says violence ain't nice just stand against it

While I attempt to flex my biceps to slice your neck, bitch

[Chorus] (x2)

(In a split second!)

You better run for the hills

(In a split second!)

Cause I'm comin' to kill

(In a split second!)

Prepare to die, cause

(cause in a split second!)

There'll be nowhere to hide

[Outlaw]

I either spit philosophy or biology

They probably shocked in awe as they're watching me

Not only does it not bother me; but I'm glad

Cause I'd rather not show modesty out my ass!

And so just like that, I shift in the moment

And shit on my opponents, the more foes I have;

The more my proponents, neither short of a laugh

Nor of a gram of weed, I even have the seeds

Either that or I'll be high on crack and speed

When I spit with the accuracy of a damn machine

I'd rather be that than a damn pussy, those damn bullies

Have pushed me to a new strategy!

So it has to be this way, you may pray

But I'm throwing haymakers like the good ol' days

And I may break my fucking face in the process

But at least I'll kick your ass - that's progress!

[Chorus]

[Mayham]

Roses are red, I'm a little crazy

Wouldn't write you a poem if I was pushing up daisies

I'll sleep on a fuckin rock just to cushion my hatred

And you pussies ain't shit, you're a tush in the matrix

If these rappers are dope, homie your kush is just tasteless

Your girlfriend set precedents, cause that bush is so famous

I'm the hook of this apex, the book you mistook for some basics

Now it's leaving you ridiculed cause you ain't look at the pages

Man I pick at my haters, and I give you the dopest

I'm the mix of a potion that's a feel of sniffin some coke

Like a fix up of a spliff when you lit up and smoke it

And I ain't stopping even if I get as big as my nose is

I make you cranky, don't I? you pansy low-lifes

You couldn't make it rain if you were dancing for it!

I did study a greek psycho a bit like stanley porter

Til her fuckin' menstrual cycle ran me over

[Chorus]

[Outro]

In a split-split

In a split-split

In a split-split-split

In a split-split