I here to tear down this rap shit like a bulldozer
Spittin at Eye-Q now ya rap career's over
I'm eatin up microphones wit tha weight of the world on my shoulders
An evil enemy with a heart thats black and colder
I'm bolder while ya home suckin on some boners
Faggot shit man, yeah homo's are usually loners
So why start wit this hip hop when you know I'll make ya shit drop
My shit's hot ya shit's not so stop cause I'm fixin ta' help ya flop
Touchin up emcee's while bustin n' clutchin tha M.I.C.'s
Burnin wit first degree's I'm that worst disease if ya neva heard of me
After comin at me ya gonna be in need of surgery
This is lyrical murder after some burgulary.....