I've said it once I've said it a thousand times //
I’ve got thousands of rhymes, the rechargeable alkaline kind //
You want a piece of mine? Fine, we can take it outside //
Otherwise your wasting your time //
‘Cause I’m gonna shine past the one-triple-nine //
****** gamble and damage their eyes //
Going blind trying to keep up with these lyrical lines //
Type of ***** you can’t flow behind without a dope rhyme //
Mess around and get clothes-lined ‘till you nose-dive //
We can rhyme fair-and-square or fair in a sphere //
Anyplace, anywhere ya’ll ****** ain’t got a prayer //
‘Cause Doomsday is near, ****** ****** is scared //
They stand and stare as I appear upon a cushion of air //
With a long-white beard flaming //
Hot enough to sunburn Satan //
Hotter than white people taking vacation //
Out in Virginia, out in the sun baking //
In gamma-ray radiation ‘till they skin color look Cajun //
mother****ers start aging ‘till the point where they faces shrivel up like raisins //
And they become cancer patients //
This is how we do it when we chilling in the V-A //
Can-I-Bus getting busy on the P-A //
System, yeah, I get in ‘em //
With a lyrical algorithm liable to kill ‘em //
My style will get in ‘em, way up in ‘em //
Face don’t belong on the Source, it should be on the Shroud of Turin for certain //
Grab mics and murder **** //
As wicked as Satan worshippers going to Catholic Church services //
You heard of this new lyrical verbalist //