Verse 1:

The snake charmer, equal opportunity hate monger

I hold the weight in my straight left like A. Tarver

J chop ya fuckin' head 'cause his blade sharper

Every rhyme I fuckin' spit is a grenade launcher

I'm an insane author, a non-human

Who studied the SAGE test from John von Neumann

Somethin' happens in my brain when the guitar strums

Bitin' me would be insane cause it scars lungs

These all guns, and I can handle 'em

You mean as much to me as uncle Sam and 'em

So I choose not to abuse telepathy

Because it's dangerous like the Soviets' weaponry

Let's see who's next to me, burned at the fuckin' stake

Then I can throw the faggot urn in the fuckin' lake

Give me a fuckin' break, you know what this is

JS1, Rahzel, Paz, men of business

Chorus (Scratches)

Verse 2:

I’m Abdullah the Butcher

Pay respect or I’m pulling the cooker

You might as well kill yourself, I’m droolin' to push ya

Even if you survive, son, you still bitch

'Cause I’m waitin' anxiously to pull the kill switch

Your body still stiff, rigor mortis

I bring pain that's as raw as Kane's chorus

I seen 'caine that was pure as Rich Porter's

I seen brains that was poured on six corners

Listen to orders, Vinnie Paz remain heartless

That’s due to my fixation on the darkness

Just give me a forty, a idiot, and Billy Dee

You’ll see what the psychology of Philly really be

Yeah, from the birth place of Rocky

My left hook to the body is like Arturo Gatti

You couldn’t stop me, I fuckin' brain-drill

I stick around a while to witness how the pain feel