Verse 1:
Little b*** ain't got my number to start
I'll treat you like this paper and straight rip you apart
I'm all bout this vapor that you wished you could spark
but it ain't gon' rub off like Vick's fibula shards
I'm the illness in this game make you pee in a cup
Dogg couldn't deal pain if you sold rabies out ya truck
You a virgin in this game but you kno you been f*** ed
My rhymes got you commin' up short and outta luck
The pen's fly in my palm so I call it a stylus
Rippin' by like a pilot when my rhymes hit
You're endighted in silence, there's another wave of violence
The time is right then you will be enlightened
Might been ill before but now you're in my pin
And this dog'll have you rollin' like you was cyclin
Might spin ya neck but my exorcism's frightnin'
Strike quick, clips flyin' wit repetitious lightin'
When I spit I'll have you spread out like a kite
Catch the wind in ya chest and make ya breath divide
Bes' lay bets aside, now lets decide
Just testify who you'd rather get wrecked by
Is it that Con lettin' techs fly
or is it that Ninja Mike
I'm dead and precise wit ya head in my sights
Say ya good byes cuz then it's good night
