On top like a mullet when I take a silver bullet to the head, had the fro, then I got the dreads
Dressed up for yo funeral, I'ma piss in ya coffin like a urinal
Not my usual rhyme scheme, catch me whippin' when I ride clean
I'm night crawler with a tenth of a dollar if I'm seen at the crime scene
Disappear into thin air, exposing n***as like Sinclair
Can't damn me to Hell, done been there, leverage beverage but vision impaired
Better grab a group to move into pairs, standing back to back for protection
They show hate, oh wait, like the oh eight election
You don't want problems, add up the odds, ain't seeing me like the Wizard of Oz
Flow sacred, been blessed by the gods, not a man down if you fire a shot
Parry n***as through the eyes of Rashad, look at ya bros and see if they a fraud
Get a new team when you see they lost, hardbody as Freeway Ross
Flamboyant when I flex and floss, giving power to the phantom when I set it off
Before me, you ain't ever met a boss, my blood ain't available like menopause
They turned the other cheek, now they under me, vices priceless, ain't funding me
Ain't no fun in me, sleep with an open eye if they wanna try gunning me
Tech to my neck and the neck of my set for the rep but they met with a child of the corn
Thorns on the horns, I tried to warn, now I'm heated, leaving ligaments torn
I'ma get a scimitar, rip a ya skin ajar, then preserve an organ or two in a jar
Stay away from a stank hoe, they burn n***as like Magmar
And if she poke ya, man, then that probably ain't a female
Broad shoulders and body odor, very obvious details
Whatever he/she got, they gon' pa** it on like some chain mail
Yeah, it'll leave you f**ed up like a hangnail
So be aware of ya surroundings, find the proper grounding so you can advance
And in advance, prepare yourself like Johnny Cage, and engage with a lance
Cut 'em up, cut 'em up, cut 'em up, cut 'em up, cut 'em up, then shove it up dey a**
Fatalities by the hour gla**, bring d**h to them if they try to pa**
Hella bent when I'm celibate to the f**ery, huckabees wanna see where my luggage be
You'll be in a hiccup if ya mans don't pick up, it's finna turn into a stick up
Take the bands straight from ya pants, tin foil all ya plans
Spittin' simple for idiots and my affiliates on our way to France