i threathin wit bullets
for ***** who full of it
like an acrobat i get you split
flat wit bits
**** reality
i turn ya whole family to tragedy
im on a verbal killin spree
targetin enemiez till eternity
my rhymez get more lethal then weapons
its illegal
my styles evil, and more on point then needles
no weakness in the dark
i must be nocturnal
i burn ya hands when you write
like hot journals
im that evil dimented sibliminal criminal
the verbal terminal,
im the mutha' ****** burnin infernal
i could blow you up wit napalm bombs at will
i kill songs long untill blood spills
ya life an apatizer
you think i got guns but i just gotta lighter
shuttup don't speak
**** ya heart i'll shove
drum-sticks down ya throat and let ya neck beat
