I keep it hardcore like gang-bangs and ladder matches/
On the corner where gangs bang for cracker-jackin'/
Stabbing f*ggots, then leave them boxed-in in the boxing gym/
No talking at all/
I wrote this last in the shower while I was washing my balls/
Whack rappers talking 'bout remember me and remember this.../
But who said you're hot? I advise those who did to amend to it/
Pages get ink poisoning with words the way my pen inflicts/
You p**y cats can't smuggle in this Brazil Prison/
All y'all Etan Patz ill written/
But MIA when it comes to the case 'cause y'all still missing/
I'm authentic, you fake like prosthetic/
I'm nasty like a fart-fetish/
I'm part menace, this hard headaches a tumor, it spreads like rumors, I'ma f**ing Puma/
To beat me, you need 4 clovers/
When I see pigs I slice them and turn'em to Pork Shoulders/
My bars are like granulated sugar.. Extra Fine/
To see me you'll need to weaponize and a pair of special eyes/
..Yes, my flows jaw-dropping/
An all-star/
While you was still Paul Blart Mall-Copping/
I'ma spit 'till I see the sunlight/
And don't batter-up, I'll take you out with one strike/
You just brought a knife to a gunfight/
You pot heads are bonsais, your girl's fun-sized, I'll leave her tongue-tied/