number 1 sicka and bigben fold fools like oragami,
ya'll fake ass by-product ni66as are pastrami,
deli heads getting bellies fed,
I'm the arch nemesis killing the brain dead,
my fingers jab staight through foreheads,
and puncture sternums of the heartless,
pitch forked mutha fuckas try and start shit,
I'll end it with one flush of the comode,
ya overplayed style is collecting mold,
catch the mildew infected to fill you,
up like a cheap slut fucking for nothin,
my lazer refined thought spot out the mark,
polka dots painted on heads like a Hindu,
I come with knowledge swing light swords like Mace Windu