Where's the intruder?
Looks like he went to the tower

Before I rock raps, I drink a keg of Listerine
Then I spit the freshest lines you'll ever hear for centuries
Then I form blazing sword and cut your mic cords
And kill them garbage rhymes only your friends get hyped for

Blitz your whole team, them *****z need to come clean
So I give 'em an acid wash like old school Levi jeans
(Lockjaw)
Cracking your faulty frame
And I bring the house down without hijacking planes

Locked stocked with two smoking barrels and will use it
To ***k up more beats per minute than drum 'N' b*** music
Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future
Twisting your body in more positions than Kamasutra

Smart ***, getting the last word with Jim Jome
With a right hand like Dr. Claw that's known for breaking bones
(I'll get you next time, gadget, next time)
We can have a close encounter of the ***ked up kind

Time warp, set on