Livin' lavish seekin' adversaries cabbage
None could micromanage speak many languages
Money I'm talkin' chicken hawkin' mentally stalkin'
The Biggest dog so no need for barking my harpoon
Could **** all yall careers with one
Shot and who got
The skills to plot I could even
Make death rot
Gives a **** about about how many mics
They could write I'll still.outwrite
And out shine
The best of em some of em
Spittin' clever however I'll endeavor
Like creeps of subconscious
My shot guns will blast ya
The before and after the disaster master
Of ceremonies rhymes my crony
Techs heavy as Ronnie
Coleman I'm.not a show men but I'll.be blazin' chaos harder than
Chiburgh from No Country for Old Men

Slippin' in ***** cats while I'll mack
These flows ya know how it goes break.em.down to the last particles I'm in every article
Gotta talk bout how I punish em
No easin' up my cup runneth up
The Hennessy got me feelin' breezy
But never fall down forever holding my crown
Fools slacking cuz they be jackin'
Off their own sales then have the nerve to say they living well
When they stiff as hell my flows leave em pale sittin' frightened as gargamels I can smell
***** from miles away **** the AK
Somebody gotta die today no delay
For the freeway
Of death with each breath I carefully write and recite sinister as Pike spike
Ya brain cells sizzlin' like a twist of Sprite say goodnight as I lace the mics