[ VERSE 1: ] I while most MC's lactate Can't wait for me to smack ( ) and fuck em till my sack breaks stand still with a little bit of spittle Drippin off the of they lips tryin to light a cigarette And watch em all choke on my vomit Took apart, shook up heart, they died on it And I promise, if you could hide this monster You'd quick tryin to ride on my divide and Some gotta die 'fore the realize Not everyone can fly, most have wings Keep takin a nap, a brick for a cap Or get the fuck off the lap before you lose I shrapnel while the villagers babble Slice deep, pull, peel, and let the skin We're to scrape off a layer of your make-up So we can see what a bitch is made of
[ VERSE 2: Ali ] I step off in your hoola-hoop cypher with my eyes all Walkin tall enough to make your moon whole You need to get duct-taped to the bathroom flo' Cause I don't your shit is flavor - the rats do, though You and your little bitch buddies think you're & Louise Cause you got a drum machine and you (throw to the breeze) You need to respect a fuckin when he breathes 'fore you get a K-Swiss logo embedded in your Shock the body-body, the consciousness Stagger the imagination, box esophagus The paradime, you past the line And I show you why the masterminds have got a axe to grind Street magician like Blaine with these songs Crip-walkin through your corridor with metal cleats on Slug got the weed smoke, Ant got the broke And your fuckin eyebrows might grow back, but your won't
(You gonna pretty funny tryin to eat corn on a cob with no fuckin teeth)