Take a look at me, I’m twice the MC you’ll ever be
After your fall, I spit on the grave after delivering your eulogy
Kick a verse, Freddy can’t perform what “I do”
Every rhyme puts whack MCs through combines with two-inch verticals
On to you, I smack that fake grimace off your face
Very dangerous to those that attempt to invade my space
Enter the dragon, I breathe fire at weak rappers
Reckon that God added a subnote to the 5th Commandment afterwards
Yank you straight outta your knock-off Tim boots
Outta sight, outta mind, like Pablo Escobar’s narcotic truths
Ubiquitous with this, I’m omnipotent with a sixteen
Renderin’ you unconscious, Vinne Paz-style, transplant ya spleen
Correct ya hunchback with a Louisville Slugger bat
Rippin’ you a new asshole, I’m not ashamed to smack cats on a track
Every time you try and make me fold under your industrial rule
We pull a Al Capone, and TAKE OVER YOUR CREW…
