Yo I’m back to spit this wreckless shit/
Respect me bitch or your neck is slit/
I practise witchcraft and wizardry/
Voices visit me, the choice of listening/
Is not an option, I’ve got a shotgun and I’ll take your head off/
My bakers dead cuz he didn’t make the bread the soft/
Make no mistake I’m headstrong, think I’m fake? You’re dead wrong/
I’ll take my pay boss while you make a dead loss/
I’ll make a mess of the naked chef cuz/
My steak with red sauce was caked with bread crumbs/
I’ll break your legs plus, you’ll be left for dead cunt/
We were best of friends once, can’t we make amends huh?/
I’ll rest my head just for five minutes/
Find a flea infested bed and just climb in it/
A six five midget, hands with only nine digits/
Cuz I stuck my finger in my ear and my mind bit it, try and listen/

What’s the fascination with collaborations?/
I’ll masturbate then I’ll blast your face bitch/
You bastards hate this, can’t last the pace? Quick/
I’ll smash your face with a plastic tape deck/
You’re locked in basements with maskin’ taped wrists/
My ass to face lips, the after taste’s shit/
Cause lacerations, I’ll plaster pavements/
With your last remains kid and pass the blame, shit/
When this basket case spits, he masters great hits/
I laugh at Haitians and disaster nations/
“That’s just racist!” No, that’s just tasteless/
So congratulations, you forgot the basics/
Of Hip-Hop you wasters, it’s shockin’ – face it/
I’m a rappin’ rapist in the mask of Jason/
That’ll grab a blade quick and I’ll stab your favourite/
Fuckin’ granny put your body on slabs adjacent to each other/

I never wanted trouble but you know it’s a stressed life/
It’s a constant struggle of showing my best side/
But those that want to tussle, they’re gonna get less time/
I flow to impress dimes, 'til they’re showin’ their breast size/
Like a soldier on quests I’m a man on a mission/
That’s standin’ on buildin’s with a plan and a vision/
Of handin’ a killin’ to every man and his children/
That’s plannin’ to diss him, fill the planet with wisdom/
I’m a beast with frees and a savage with writtens/
I feast on G’s and I damage their vision/
You’re not seein’ me and I’m plannin’ collisions/
I’m easily the fuckin’ man when I’m spittin’/
And damn it it isn’t a sensible decision/
To mention me when spittin’, got centuries of victims/
That were sent to me like pigeons, mentally I’m different/
You can’t escape my bars like penitentiaries and prisons/