When I take some pages, and make the pen and ‘em touch/
No I can’t explain it, it’s like adrenalin rush/
It’s like my naked brain is filled with venom and such/
And it opens up my throat like the Benylin does/
I start spewin’ pronouns and dispatchin’ the verbs/
Matchin’ up words so sick it’s like catchin’ a germ/
But I like it – more rhymes displayed when I’m writin’/
Sore mind, I’m seein’ four lines ahead like I’m psychic/
But to check I’m very nice ya don’t need secondary sight/
Look at my record on the mic, shit I wreck it every night/
I spit my verse to it then I swallow it whole/
Let my dick disperse fluid then I follow you home/
And sit outside your bedroom window while you’re sound asleep/
Pace up and down the street, oh look I found the key/
You’ll be left with wrists bound to knees/
I’ll take a quick piss and you’ll drown in pee/
You’re a clown to me – somethin’ that’s makin’ me laugh/
If he’s a snake in the grass, fuck him I’ll break him half/
If she’s shakin’ her ass, I’ll strip her naked and fast/
And if her cherry’s still intact then I’ll take it and laugh/
In the dark I snack on death and I’ll start to smack your chest/
Till your cardiac arrests, “It’s a heart attack from stress”/
That’s the coroners report and if it’s taken to trial/
Fuck it I’ll fake it and smile at the mourners in the court/
I wasn’t born I was aborted – just refused to believe it/
I keep my music a secret so I’m mutin’ the remix/
I’m a human with three chicks that are students of penis/
If they don’t swallow cum it’s cool I’m usin’ a Kleenex/
I’m a mutant from Venus, that’s chewin’ a foetus/
Put you in Adidas and make ya shoot at elitists/
Tha Duke is a genius and Syze is a prick/
I’ll put a blade inside of a chick disguised as a dick/
My style is never defined, I got the cleverest lines/
I’m severin’ spines and I’ll hand ‘em their fate/
Yo, the weapon is primed to put some lead on their minds/
I’m so ahead of my time – I just stand and I wait/
I’m plannin’ a date but waste cock on a chick/
That’s not worth a shit? I’m space dockin’ the bitch/
Get rocked with a fist, what’s he bitchin’ about?/
The hand he was dealt? That’s my fist in his mouth/
I’ll take a trip to the south – I’ll cross the border in a Rangers top/
And end up feelin’ like a lost reporter in a danger spot/
I’m the shadiest one, the craziest one/
You monosyllabic rhymers – the eighties are done/
I burn your ass up like you've a place in the sun/
Give ya a face full of cum, lock the basement and run/
Give you eternity in purgatory like atheist nuns/
Run up in maternity and switch babies for fun/
I’ll put rabies in guns and shoot at pedestrians/
Go and ask your daughters if I’m good at molestin' 'em/
If ya wanna challenge me it’s Lurgan I live in/
But know I’m certain hit ‘em with a surgeons precision/
I'm givin' shallow chicks that swallow dicks instructions they can follow quick/
Dick around and hit the ground quicker than your shadow bitch/
Whenever I hit a man he’ll tremble and shiver and/
His kids won’t grow like I send ‘em to Neverland/
Your dad I’ll waste for sure, dig up his grave, replace the dirt/
Prop him up, drive past your place and make him wave on April 1st/
I’m rapin' girls even when they’re consentin’/
Dress ‘em up as Yoko Ono I pretend that I’m Lennon/
I’m offendin’ your senses and I don’t give a fuck/
Yup, I’m a pig bitch but I won’t live in muck/
I’m gonna go live it up if I’ve money or not/
And if a honey is hot I’ll spit the funniest raps/
And ask her to dinner, I’m fantastic when in her/
Then I’ll cum from behind like a last minute winner/
Me strokin’, she’s moanin’ when I’m inside a honey/
Deep throatin’, keep goin’ like the Energizer Bunny/
If ya come to me with generic rappin’ bitch/
I’ll put you out the window like Eric Clapton’s kid/