[Verse 1]

Now listen closely to my lyrics for a second or a minute. Ballistic lyrics hit your face so hard it shocked all the critics

Rhymes so hard they seem acidic dimes smoked in Honda Civics reached a point when lyrically my mind defies the laws of physics

For specifics I make beats and write my rhymes with gradients. I just want to speak my mind I want to spit some radiance

All you stupid little pricks could not predict the radius. Of my bars, I spit disease that even shocks the atheists

Alias is no surprise I spit like God on crystal meth. Have you laying on the ground like you just smelled the pistol’s breath

I’m a guillotine to rap I spit the flames like Kerosene. Fuck your wack ass stupid shit you weak like God on syrup fiends

Have a glass of lyricism and a dick to swallow too. Wack like mobsters with a bat, you ain’t got none to follow you

You ain’t nothing past me I’m like Moses, built an ark. Spark the game like flint stone, I’m like the dude that killed a narc

[Middle]

Pussy ass bitches

[Verse 2]

Now listen closely to my rhymes so you can chill and take a ride. Take a trip inside my mind and let the crazy shit evolve

Let the craziness be drizzled on the table then dissolve. All the wood that’s sitting under, lick the liquid up to see

That I’m showing up deceased because my lines be killing all. No matter what you saying bitch my flow be giving you withdraw

Have you fuckin’ wanting more like fiends when plugs don’t pick up calls. Have you fucking going crazy like a bitch when she’s in malls

You just want your fucking drugs and you just want your fucking money. You just want the fucking fame and you just want the fucking show

You don’t care about the flow you only care about the fans. Only care about the number only care about the bands

[Outro]

Bitch. Mike Moses