Yo, yo, yo, check this **** *****
For all you slime buckets, all over the land, peep it

Yo, I'm dancin' on your grave like Borishnikov
'll rip you off
Leave you in the desert 'til the vultures strip your corpse
Then **** your ***kin' wife until my **** is soft
'Til the flesh is pealin' off

I'm a devil consealed in cloth
Walk, walk or get stabbed with a fork
You got a hole in your stomach
Yo plug it up with a cork, you dork
Lots of blood loss, red cross

Couldn't help your dead boss cut his head off
Brutal, sadistic, the only way
I'll be remembered, after I'm dismemebered
And my bones decay, a rap legend
Feel the aggressionary session

My inventions of tension and powerful progression
It's time for sick rhymes, lunatic lines
Hit your mind like in someones strict-nine
For all the shells, clips and glocks
You step to me with a weapon
You'll be reppin' your click in a box

The most sadistic, you think not?
You might get shot, put 'em in a box
We ain't playin', we ain't rhymin' for nothin'
Yo this **** is our life, so let me tell you somethin'

If you ever diss me I'ma bring it to you
Got a crew of psychopaths that'll stab you up too
Now say violence, death
(Violence, death)
Yo there ain't nothin' left to say, this ****'s fresh

I'll kill, you could be my latest victim
I'll take a **** on your brain and make you sniff it
Piss on your *****'s ***s and make you lick it

You ***kin' maggot
You probably ***ked one hundred ***ots
You're a gay thug that loved jail and love gettin' your *** ripped

Come around here actin' hardcore
You never did dirt, you gonna get yourself hurt
Pull up your pink skirt
Your pink *******'ll get your wig damaged

Go eat a **** sandwhich
I can't stand this mother***ker
Make this ***** vanish from the planet
I'll hit you like a ton of granite

Get your blood splattered
Face bashed in, you can't win
I'll stab you in the head wit Shishkebab sticks
While watchin' mob flicks, nasty like armpits

When I be suckin' on you mom's ***s
She my *****, she on my ****
Tell that trick to stop callin' my crib
Why'd you say she wanted to kill the *****?

Smokin' green clove
Walkin' around town flossin' the free clothes
Doper than Special K
Explodin' in the fiend's nose

The most sadistic, you think not?
You might get shot, put 'em in a box
We ain't playin', we ain't rhymin' for nothin'
Yo this **** is our life, so let me tell you somethin'

If you ever diss me I'ma bring it to you
Got a crew of psychopaths that'll stab you up too
Now say violence, death
(Violence, death)
Yo there ain't nothin' left to say, this ****'s fresh