| They got a problem now | 
| There’s like, too many corny rappers | 
| Pretenders (put a end to you) | 
| There’s too many phony MCs out there this year | 
| They best to beware | 
| I’ve burnt thousands already | 
| So get ready, lyrics are deadly | 
| There’s too many phony MCs out there this year | 
| They best to beware | 
| I’ve burnt thousands already | 
| So get ready, lyrics are deadly | 
| Niggas keep fronting, ain’t saying nothing | 
| Killah Priest remains calm yet carry on | 
| Go ‘head sing your song, claim y’all the dons | 
| Rap superstars look cute with your cigars | 
| Bitches like that but where your mics at? | 
| Bite me I bite back, plus I break backs | 
| Fuck it, you can sue me, from yours truly | 
| When niggas sound booty | 
| There’s too many rappers in the East wanna be gangsters | 
| Too many gangsters in the West wanna be rappers | 
| Bunch of actors, I ought to smack ya | 
| Who’s your master? | 
| Sit down take a lesson, stop guessing | 
| For years I had grace, saw your mad face | 
| That only showed bad taste, run around like you’re delirious | 
| Foaming from the mouth like you’re furious | 
| I’d rather be serious it keeps the audience curious | 
| These fantasies are nothing for your fans to seize | 
| It might cause casualties | 
| Hollywood is not your neighborhood | 
| And if it is, give the mic to Natalie Woods | 
| And y’all can be off to see the wizard | 
| The wonderful Wizard of Oz, which are the A&R's | 
| And you and Toto, doing promos along with the Scarecrow | 
| You will see no dough | 
| There’s too many phony MC’s out there this year | 
| They best to be aware | 
| I’ve burnt thousands already | 
| So get ready, my lyrics are deadly | 
| There’s too many phony MC’s out there this year | 
| They best to beware | 
| I’ve burnt thousands already | 
| So get ready, my lyrics are deadly | 
| I lay in the cut like peroxide | 
| Looking at you cock-eyed ‘cause your music sounds lopside | 
| They sound tongue-tied | 
| Bunch of young guys, have ‘em hung high | 
| Watch their lungs fry from the sunshine | 
| Which is one rhyme generating from the mind | 
| Killah Priest now or late, I terminate | 
| I burn and break and intimidate | 
| I come cold as when the winter break | 
| I put an end to snakes, pretenders and fakes | 
| Shake like a earthquake, I judge wisely | 
| Between two pillars of poison ivy | 
| For those that despise me, attach ‘em to the I.V. | 
| Your pops should’ve bust you on the couch | 
| Or sent you down the mouth | 
| Next time wear a condom, when I step upon them | 
| I make MCs memories | 
| Whenever there’s a symphony, I look sinfully | 
| Been doing this for centuries | 
| I write shit sick as Shakespeare tripping off of acid | 
| Roll on you like John the Baptist with the rusty hatchet | 
| I preach the word of God before I murder y’all | 
| I swear I never heard of y’all | 
| There’s too many MCs out there. | 
| There’s too many phony MC’s out there this year | 
| They best to beware | 
| I’ve burnt the thousands already | 
| So get ready, my lyrics are deadly | 
| There’s too many phony MC’s out there this year | 
| They best to beware | 
| I’ve burnt thousands already | 
| So get ready, my lyrics are deadly | 
| There’s too many phony MC’s out there this year | 
| They best to beware | 
| I’ve burnt thousands already… *Fades out* |