| Listen here, punk, I got a body made of steel |
| Punching out the windows of expensive automobiles |
| That I’m coming in contact wit just to get behind the wheel |
| Cause an ordeal |
| Frontlining the bloody battlefield |
| Now you head over heels |
| Gotcha hooked on to the reels |
| Pullin you back |
| And slipping and autograph inside of your body bag |
| My signature, unique, voiding out all of the copycats |
| I never sleep, I’ve gone insane, I’m an insomniac |
| An oath |
| To hurt |
| I’m givin you back the curse |
| I’m killing you bastards got any last words |
| Masterpiece at work |
| Since I was birthed |
| I’m hitting a showdown for free |
| And anybody who is stepping to me will get abused verbally |
| Certainly |
| Impose flows, ya hoe |
| Nobody coming close |
| Exposing the cheat codes to foes |
| And still they cannot compose |
| I suppose |
| You werent given the gift you prolly missed it |
| Mista mischief |
| Eternally never tongue twisted |
| Unrestricted |
| Armageddon |
| Coming through with a pack of weapons |
| Mac 10 and mac 11 makin' noise like my engine revvin |
| Emptying 4 clips on each gun in less than 7 seconds |
| You getting married today? |
| Well tough luck, I came to crash the wedding |