Dancing on your grave like Baryshnikov, I'll rip you off Leave you in the desert till the vultures strip your corpse Then rape your fucking wife until my dick is soft Till the flesh is peeling off, I'm a devil concealed in cloth Walk, walk, or get stabbed with a fork You got a hole in your stomach So plug it up with a cork, you dork Lots of blood loss, Red Cross Couldn't help your dead boss, cut his head off Brutal; sadistic - the only way I'll be remembered after I'm dismembered And my bones decay A rap legend - to the aggressionary session My inventions of tension and powerful progression It's time - for sick rhymes, lunatic lines Hit your mind like consuming strychnine For all the shells, clips and Glocks You stepping to me with a weapon You'll be repping your clique in a box The most sadistic, you think not? You might get shot, put 'em in a plot We ain't playing - We ain't rhyming for nothing Yo this shit is our life, so lemme tell you something If you ever diss me I'mma bring it to you Got a crew of psychopaths that'll stab you up too Now say violence! (violence) Death! (death) Yo there ain't nothing left to say, this shit's fresh I'll kill, you could be my latest victim I'll take a shit on your brain and make you sniff it Piss on your bitch's tits and make you lick it Fucking maggot! You probably fucked a hundred faggots You're a gay thug that love jail and love getting your ass ripped Come around here acting hardcore, you never did dirt You gonna get yourself hurt, pull up your pink skirt Your pink panties, get your wig damaged Go eat a dick sandwich, I can't stand this motherfucker Make this bitch vanish from the planet I'll hit you like a ton of granite Get your blood splattered, face bashed in, you can't win I'll stab you in the head with shish kebab sticks While watching mob flicks, nasty like armpits When I be sucking on your mom's tits She's my bitch, she on my dick Tell that trick to stop calling my crib Why'd you say she wanted to kill the bitch? Smoking green clove, walking around town flossing the free clothes Doper than Special K exploding in a fiend's nose The most sadistic, you think not? You might get shot, put 'em in a plot We ain't playing - We ain't rhyming for nothing Yo this shit is our life, so lemme tell you something If you ever diss me I'mma bring it to you Got a crew of psychopaths that'll stab you up too Now say violence! (violence) Death! (death) Yo there ain't nothing left to say, this shit's fresh