/I’ve been chilling for a second they had me on hold just for winter/ cause I'm cold you'll get froze just for thinking that you're winners/ I'm unlawful if you don't believe me call the law/ I'll need a holster for these (D's) sort of like a bra/ you can catch salmonella through the ear with a hint of blood on your tongue as soon as you hear I am raw/ catch a breeze it'll be the degrees of Sub-Zero with Scorpion's touch as soon as you get over here you freeze/ I'm a bastards son which is kind of ironic cause I'm fond of my father but I'm a bastard son/ got a problem with my thought process talk to God 'bout it/ if you don't think my flow's God-like I bet God doubt it/ personally I feel y'all suck ain't no punch line behind that y'all suck/ who agrees cause if you are as dope as me I'd attach cinder-blocks to my feet/ and hope to feel the bottom of the sea/ with a tone that can scare the Grinch out of his hair/ they hear it and they all say "WHOO!" like Ric Flair/ I rip dudes like paper and spit like tobacco when it's packed behind your lips and it's just as sick/ a nice dude but can be just as rude/ and it's permanent to your mind these words get tattooed/ lyrically balanced mentally focused on physically challenging y'all/ no bladder control with y'all on my penis I'm pissing you off/

(Hook)
/Beholding a pale horse/
/Death was his name of course/
/a hellish embodiment/
/him given power of the fourth/
/Earthly constellation having part in human administration/
/There is no debation’ this is 6 8’s and Revelation/

(Kronkite)
/Evolution…/
/ Scrape with a chore boy, like I’ve been on crack/ Smack you like Uncle Sam and say, “Give me that back!”/ Having everybody saying I don’t envy that cat/ Snap him like a Kit-Kat till he sound like a snare on a rap/ Pulling hair out my crack from a bitch I just knocked/ As D falls out my crack, right in front of the cops/ I’m fighting off Vicodin, writing with the lightening/ Your lyrics need tightening, his begging for the sirens then/ Mightier than the sword, standing on the shore/ I’m rich with the intellect, but I act like Pauly Shore/ Torn from the insides, Lovelorn with the loot/ I treat it like a movie; I aim at you and shoot/ Bitches walking up looking like damn he cute/ I’m a leader in the Navy, and you just a recruit/ Brighter than a 100 watt, even when I’m on the pot/ Cooking meth for the Feds, rocking Rot’s in the lot/ Rolling weeds up in the Tops, throwing out before the cops/ Rolling blocks try and stop but never do we get locked/Pops finally fucking smoked, went to sleep right after/ I seem to fall asleep that night to faint snickers and laughter/ A dope kick and a snare, I blind them with a flare/ Make ‘em D.A.R.E. like no drugs; better eat your fucking pears/ Better sit down in them chairs; let your cheeks shed tears/ Tears your fucking face off like a fucking bear/ Oh dear…/

(Crocker)
/Christ was a Zionist, I'm Daniel in the lion's den/ With Nat Turner's sickle, beheading the proprietor/ From the seed of Scythians, rap is my entitlement/ Flyting like it's Scotland, English vs. Irishmen/ Kilt like Piper, ill like Stryper/ Shit feel like diapers, kill your cypher/ Rap's now TV, I call it Idol Survivor/ Never wan go, got to vote em off the island/ Kronkite, Crocker, bomb right proper/ Write sonata’s, tight cantatas/ I’m older than I look, Dewayne Carter/ And spit till I’m sixty, Dewayne’s father/ Yuga bitch, ollie ollie oxen/ Free, Watch your Polly swallow Crocker/The venom in my veins, well I tap in that/ Then bang bang you're broad, like I'm Cactus Jack/ You soft, banana peels & daffodils/ And I'll smile to see you a maggot's meal/ Defecate depictions, decimate the diction/ The damndest deliverer of Mason and Dixon/ Demonstrating dominance, prophesying providence/ Demonic or a Darwinist, precocious after prominence/ Shit portraits of the south with the intellect of Twain/ More Jew than Jesuit, and affected in the brain/