wanted to be a minister but they thoughts were purely Sin-ister
never spit wit em, just hit em and drop em 9 circles 2 finish em
like a gone but not forgotten general, here comes the medical-
examina ill cut your stamina, left 2 the Reaper 2 handle ya
a Dirty Bastard, spawned of hip-hop and metal,
crushin these bustas whos rhyme on a Limp Bizkit level,
biscuits I got several, ready to deliver from the bakery
cut you like a cake, but u was only filled with fakery