i conjugate cataclysms every other sabbath day
i readjust my rappin rhythm, messin up the pattern in a
matter of a minute, i battle apes and gibbons
do the shake, rattle and roll, they palpitate and grimace
word up to the honkytonk man straight outta memphis
i lay out my victims, pull a sheet over em
float over em, like a gondola in venice
since hearin gin and juice and them wu tang interludes
fools steady actin like they gangbang when in the booth
behavin like they was raised in a group home, livin proof
ouughta get slapped, have him like nasir, chip his tooth.
u grippin tools, stick and move, givin niggas bruises?
claim that pimpin aint easy, cuz u livin it and u ruthless?
u should give it up, u useless
usin this rap game to misconstrue the lives of killers livin in confinement
u miniscule, i am a giant
i am a scientific killer, swift, sick and meticuluous
warlock, wizard with words, gilbert arenas of the sentences
fillin up arenas with kids feenin just to listen in
when i work my magic, better watch out for casualties
niggas flirt with disaster hard when they try to battle me
like they wanna fuck her on the first date,
have the bitch sittin on his face in the first place
like he thirstay for red rum, now he's deaf, dumb
quadriplegic hellen keller, im tellin ya, the fella's dead, done.


I'm back on my grizzly, man, like im timmy treadwell
put the pump to these airhead niggas, makin heads swell
i break bread, well, with my companions, my main men
call shots like the cell is a cannon cuz we made men...

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