Verse 1:

I'll murder your punchlines

With 5 rhymes

From my songs

Your career is going down like a hookers thongs

My words are so paranormal that if you read lyrics of mine

You would see dead spirits in time

In your raps you try to imitate my best quote

I'll write your name on my pad and leave you dead like death note

Don't start a war

With the lyrical carnivore

I spit horrorcore

That leaves you in a heap of blood and gore

As I attack with chainsaws

Sharper than wolverine claws

Then I'll jump in a b-52 and drop presents on you like Santa Claus

Verse 2:

After that's done I'll do a robbery

Of your property

Don't take this as a joke because my names' not comedy

I'm the emcee you would love to sponser

With more heat coming out of my mouth than the exhausts of a rocket launcher

On the Mic my only policies

Is to abolish these

Modest emcees

With no apologies

I'll show up to your filled up house parties

With back-packs filled up with buckeys and R-pgs

I'll admit I am a down to earth guy

But soon enough you will be face-to-face with a samurai

That will determine when It's your time to die

Verse 3:

I've been raps-vision

Ever since bap-tism

A walking cata-clysm

My personalities are having a cal-ision

Dictator of this shit call it fasc-ism

A respectable emcee I'm

Past-dissin

No church in the wild no forgiveness in nature

Since birth to a child no bitterness against a hater

Burn the snakes in the grass

Turn the fakes into gas

Learn the basics in class

Rapping over a beat happened to be practice

You think you can bring heat just by rappin the fastest

Every time you speak you're mentally trashin the masses