rawkus records ft word a mouth famous last words mr metaphor and building block will tell tom waits singapore step right up step right up and listen close fuck the beef and just let the pot roast some shorties try to high post i box em out puff blunts and drink private scotch and stout i gots no doubt to let the flow out my windpipe i make you clap clap your hands like twin hype i keep my stems ripe puffing on a peace pipe quick fast like grease light ima recite rhymes and reignite the mic when the beat strike it get me hype when yall punks try to beat bite tight that i write is out of sight like a satellite you cant battle right grab the mic tight youre loose like cellulite i can tell you might be the type to bite enormous appetite all yall rappers bite unite and form like parasites and swarm like locusts in the night with the focus to bite i take flight and rise the fahrenheit arms locked in combat bombs locked on target armed blockll march while the foes are bombarded archrivals stifled by the likes of bayonet slice your face and neck lace the set collectpay your debt place your bet stakes is high jakes chase my jet if grazing heads dont make em pets son wake the dead got butt naked snakes in bed afraid to take my bread i fucked mother nature made her ten acres spread and aint break a sweat flowing like period on the 28th of mayhem ill make sense thats worth a pennyweight evacuate this trackll make you chickenheads ejaculate you cant imaginate my firell make your flow evaporate set the date step to the square ill scare your record straight defecate in your mouth and house you like section 8 reiterating these litigations will leave a bitter taste in your flow some middle aged men obliterating i could burn you i could learn you something vital i could earn your title i could defeat you beseech you to retreat delete you son ill blast you ill smash you point my gat at you bless you im the toughest bragging puffing drags with eight heads in a duffle bag  emcees scared of b squared my styles intimidating they mimic me timidly simulating my symmetry claim theyre innovating i sin like satan breaking their fall with flames winner taking it all in vain main line generating dollars and followers at the same time they call my name hollering in the hall of fame i shine like halogen got it locked with ball and chain yall all remain minute i dilute your potency no emcee could halt or alter my future one two skip to my lou as swerve through ill house you like a curfew curse you i hit you off with a hex i got more tec than apex that spray necksyo fuck safe sex you get suplexed up in my two story duplex your rhymes are rejects pulled down like v necks yo who next to take a fall i stake em all in their heart im way smart i went to kmart and stole a go kart went up the flow chart when the show start i cause a ruckus with rhymes long like island from nassau or to suffolks i stuff chicks like tough dicks caught in the mix i depict a dizzy flow to leave you seasick youll flee quick if i ruled the world my first to free would be rick ayyo my rhymes is mad fat my mics bulemic your styles anemic my scenic visions cycle like the one in prisms my rhymes is larger than any tiny microorganisms metaphor has risen over the top i kick the ancient bebop pump like a reebok see through more eyes than a peacock ill leave you as the laughingstock im gassing flocks of emcees who blasting glocks in their rhyme in due time ill reach my true primedef deaf like pantomime as i chant a rhyme you cant deny my plan to plant your mind inside my pocket the lyric pilot keep you in a cockpit i rock shit or fucking box it im highly toxic poison i make more noise than a bach orchestra im stalking ya follow my road im forking you to the path so yo tell a friend tell a foe tell a ho tell any fellow i do it right like danny aiello im coming at you like a hello copter chopped ya you couldnt hold a mic if i spot ya i could burn you i could learn you something vital i could earn your title i could defeat you beseech you to retreat delete you son ill blast you ill smash you point my gat at you bless you im the toughest bragging puffing drags stuffing eight heads in a duffle bag 