Lyrics
Impolite my shit is tight, to spit right at midnight in dim light, an knock the air out your windpipes,
I live life like I've been ripped twice, grip mikes on spin sike, to entice you bitch guys to a fistfight
So just sit tight, cus I'm a jackal prepared for battle on horse and saddle, riding unusual patterns,
Don't need a lantern, at night when I spit emcees eyes light up and provide the answer,
Biss is like cancer, but harder to get rid of, I know you're sick of, my big guns an witty puns
But roll your tongue and lips up, before I use them as a red carpet to make my intro on,
A biological disaster that just turned mathmatical, your without a clue,
I'll castrate the back of you, and serve you your own ass on a dinner platter for two,
The only thing i've bit is a grenade pin, I speak my own different language,
Thumbing through written pages, Pistol whip your face in til it looks like it's pixelated,
Your thin on my patience, don't sit an wait bitch, get situated,
Knock your teeth through the back of you chisel my statue, and let you pray to it
And if a cat atheist, then I'll start praying for him cus he will never make it,
Hang you from a meat hook in my basement, and start boxing you til it looks like you had the opposite of a face lift,
Fuck emcees trying to knock me, have you die in your carseat, seatbelt suffocating so you can hardly breathe,
Wisdom is hard to believe, i'm so old everytime i move you can see dust flying off of me,
Sample the harshness of defeat, it's bitter-sweet, i'll let you live to see how I kill your genes,
Hear the shrill screams out your house while i'm standing there, with a beam on the windowsill as your children bleed,
I would spit forever, but i'm out of shape and fatigue just set in, leave your bodily essence in sections,
When theres a death then, theres no need to mention, police already know, i'm the first one they question,
