Lyrics
Well, well, the kiddies stepping onto the turf/
you'd been better off if your mama would have lost you at birth/
knowing you're a failure, God it must hurt/
the sh*t on my shoes is all that you're worth/
in fact, I won't even give you that much credit/
you're worth less than sh*t, yeah I said it/
not having the abortion, I know she has to regret it/
if you were my son, I'd have you beheaded/
hold you down and wash your mouth out with soap/
think and figure new ways how to choke/
until your eyes pop out and fall down in the road/
I'm a killing machine, but how did you know/
you didn't, so you came at me with nonsense/
not realizing that for years, I've bombed sh*t/
I'll be one to hold a pillow over mouth to make you unconscience/
and step on it until your jaw is broken off and never stop it/
coming up in here with mediocre rhyming skills/
your career is over, cause I'm the ill/
redundant lines and you think that defines skill/
you're hopeless, like a blind man behind the wheel/
in a game which you have no business/
little pathetic b*tches with no respect or wisdom/
thinking you a champ, gonna go against them/
but only end up falling a victim/
to lack of heart and what you need to prevail/
that sh*t being posted ain't mean, it's stale/
I thought they were so cold they'd end up being in jail/
you suck, muthaphukka, I'll see you in hell/
I can't believe a wack ass would come over this way/
not realizing his life could be over today/
got all these different things that you're exploding to say/
you achieving, I laugh at just the notion, okay/
because it ludicrous, you knew this/
before stepping foot in my looney bin/
I found the clues like Scooby did/
you're soon to be forgotten like Scoonie Penn/
going a little old school on ya there, kinda on the young side/
why you so set on being out and hung dry/
wouldn't believe what happened to this one guy/
he layed there and watched as his lungs fried/
and cried, but I have no remorse/
I will not take my focus off a corpse/
well, it actually isn't a corpse at first, of course/
but you get the idea, right little whore/
sad, sorry, pethetic excuse/
got me up here and wanting to be just letting it loose/
haven't ever seen someone as pathetic as you/
wack sh*t gives me a headache, it's true/
trying to stay all hidden meaning, almost incognito/
I have to step up and trim a few notches off your ego/
and order you to step off my property ho/
or I will rip out your esaphaugus and squash you in the street, oh/
not giving a sh*t about your agony/
shouldn't have in the first place been aiming all them wack raps at me/
can't take an argument, so you resort to other strategies/
I laugh at how many times you've taken stabs at me/
only to realize you have no skill/
but on the other hand, you see that I'm so ill/
the one to knock those other chumps down snow hills/
and put blades on tires of a snow mobile/
to run over and mutilate/
I know I'm the main guy for you to hate/
does someone have a hug for you today/
because that's alot of rage, you need something new to say/
repeat the same lines, it's recycled/
blah blah this and blah blah that, they don't like em/
never have to worry about anyone wanting to bite em/
cause I sure as hell don't need low-grade sh*t, I'm a psycho/
psychotic rhyme-maker, you're time taker/
rapping-several-awesome-and-hard-to-define line maker/
new-methods-of-wreckage-by-design maker/
and my sh*t isn't only run by hatred/
but love for the game, phukk the fame/
that's where you fail, you want them all to know your name/
that's where we ain't the same/
you falling under, I'm going against the grain/
insane, I know, isn't it great/
I get more hits than you while your mental is straight/
gonna cry, lean your shoulder on your intimate mate/
cause the day after tomorrow, I'm coming to piss on your grave/
you should be out stealing old ladies purses/
instead of wondering, how'm I gonna make these verses/
stay
