Rishi P and Myself. beat from ' Method Man ' song.

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track 11 of the " Infection " Mixtape vol. 1

This is a method man beat, I sent to Rishi to do a verse, he sent back, and I did mine.

Turned out pretty good I thought.

yo its demon the beast,you know where we be
sittin' beside Rishi , spittin' out hot shit, while ur feastin' on fieces,
believe me, You never been dope enough, to blow up an E.P.
I put heat to the tip, like my name was E.T.
I'm more like a cannibal, so feed me
Something nice bloody and greasy
I'm Bleedin', from the teeth as I'm seepin
My fangs into a victum... squirmin'
like a worm in the earth and
I would even feast on a virgin, while she's reachin' for her purse and
searchin' for her cell to phone a person, worthy to come searchin'
for her dead body, after I dump it, and I'm lerkin
Down by the lake-side, I'm better known for my irrate-side
But in time, I can make mine, shiverin',
I"m deliverin, my sickness quicker-than-hitler
But a bit different, while I pour a shot liquor

I"m in this to win it, just by speakin' a sentence
This is a demon, indented, wit' visions invented
Not contended but mentioned to critics
Who list us, as vicous when spittin these writtens
But you bi***es can plenish and plummit
I'm a win it, then end it, and dump it
Into the graveyard, where I sleep to stay-hard
Kinda like my dick when I get-off to napalm
And masterbate these great palms into the face of your late mom
Who just died from a taped bomb, to her chest while she prayed GOD