kick a
32 about demolishing you and polishing you
off who softer than nerd when he cough (AH HUH) yes the
boss buries emcees more off like DZK plus i
slay cats egos that weigh much more less than may i'll friggin
torture you go back in time and convince your mom a-
boorrt you or destroy the toys ya father bought you or
chop crush and snort you, (sniff) i'll split ya brain in
half and wipe my ass wittit if you wanna laugh
biddich mortal fatality finish i'll tear ya arms
off so strong you woulda thought that i was made spinach
kick you in ya lips with monster tai chic kicks i
be this sick son of slick gun of a bitch you sur-
viving im having none of it spittin thunderous murder-
ous shit to make you nervous praying at service in church pro
claiming that this pro is makin ya nerves hurt my words
burnt thirsty herbs in the dirt beggin for work while i
flirt with fetish of havin death over for breakfast and
set this paragraph up to fuggin leave you breathless i
know i wrote a thread that they'll all wanna shut down but
thats because i speak the truth i dont give a fuck clowns i
hope i turn hopefuls smiles upside down like a fatty
finding out that he put back on his ninty pounds nukin
crowds with a killer sound upward bound clearing out ya
town with the way i put it down, can you hear me now
e-lec-tric-cute your minute ass just as
fast as a teller counts my cash when i drop my stash,
, unseen or unheard of for days a time that is my
status when i'm in my lab and blazin some rhymes there's a
certain feeling i get when i'm real and i spit i tend to
forget its a job and start enjoying leaving you ripped
home stretch satisfying all bets placed on the
vet expect to collect and cash checks when i smash
decks you bast eds i'm lying i aint kickin thirty
2 i'm kickin more because the track has givin room for me to
exhale my sonic boom fumes room by room to
shrivel you like prunes introducing you to doom imma
lyrical goon who makes you swoon soon as i consume the
beat and leave a creative peace of shit on the concrete
