I'm gettin' mad, cus' none of you bitches half as nice, so if you on a track, talkin' shit like you rappin tight, imma kill ya soul so you could lay up in a casket twice, the mastermind, smashin' up on ya average lines, the savage kind, I'll smack a guy to the afterlife. I'm classified as that spastic guy with a graphic mind; Cus' I'm that bar killer, I carve scripture with arced scissors, A heart ripper, the jarred mixture of hard liquors, my bars enter a dark picture, I'm far sicker than a sars blister and armed killers that spark triggers, my bars sicker and colder than hard winters, such a beast.. I fucked Noah's wife on the ark with her. Cus' every since this little mafuckin' evil omens born, I been had the crown atop my head between on my broken horns. Emotions torn, I walk around with a frozen core, leave more dudes jumpin' out ya whip than the trojan horse. I'm spastic with it, rap and spit with that savage image, ya Dad has risen I write my verses with packed syringes so you faggot bitches that rap up in this get crack to listen. If I'm in the booth all you fuckin' see is some flashes in it got some ratchets spittin' to kill you and then ya ashes get it, the active menace I (w)rap a sentence in acid spittin' so if you a king I'm glad to cap the crown like happy dentists, so fuck humanity, son I'm headed for opulence, won't settle for a rapping legend imma be a god in this, the opposite of you bottom bitches whose talkin' shit, yeah my cognizance is beyond a limit I'm dominant, all I see is evil, but I'm trying to stay an optimist cus all these props I get from my tracks raisin' my confidence.