Yo, ok, I spit hydrochloric acid,
I'm running around with a basket that has your torso in it
I rap and I bin it, these freestyles I win it, diminitive,
Everything i spit is off the dome, better get your phone call your home
and get ready to blow, unless you show these skills that you got on the
microphone, i'll spit 1 bar, and still leave a scar, go to mars
and kill space aliens, You try to rap yu lose, I rap
I cause a serious enough bruse to cause suspicion,
On these sick beats im trippin, and flippin out
on a rap drought, writers block there goes the shock.
I feel fake Like someone is stealin my style I run]
to the river nile and dump your body in the lake,
I'll choke your tracea, I'm the king of horrorcore,
killin any rapper steppin to the door, use your
body to mop the floor, what the **** you starin at me for?
I'm a hypocrondriac, zaniac, maniac, I'll explain a fact
and kick you in the dirt, Haha, Yo, I spit and I curse
I'll steal your purse kill your nurse but first destroy
your mentality, fatality, it's realitty, everything i think
i spit it, I'm ill with it, Shoot myself in the head
but survive long enough to kill anyone here,
I smell fear, you look ***, I snear and chuckle,
Quick grab that gat, someones comin at me attack!
Yo i'm done with this **** rap now step back