My iris is lifeless like a shark fighting for Isis Everytime I open my mouth I cause a crisis so I must be the nicest master of the cards my rhymes are priceless you know who the wiz of the mike is magic tricks with these lyrical backflips I moved forward while you backslid cypher so tight there's no way you can crack this even if you practiced I'm killing these Rap gigs pooping on y'all like I ate too many figs you better pay attention to your kids they're out doing things you never did your life's a fib you wear a bib and smell like shit try to diss I'll throw you into the Sarlacc's Pit

I don't want a private jet I want a CIA cocaine plane JD isn't Jay-Z but he's in the HOV lane talk to me for 5 minutes and you're sure to go insane, bringing the Red Rain Of Pain I'll kill your fame a real player I put myself in the game and after I'm gone they'll still whisper my name the conductor of motel trains your girl gets smarter Everytime she gives me brains they called me hexadecimal caused I changed the mainframe we are not the same I made it cool to be lame kicking like killer cranes going wild ape you can't hold my reins and these domesticates are too tame

Will you survive when the dead begin to rise with glowing red eyes or will you meet your Demise, you find a house to hide but didn't know everyone is dead inside eaten alive when you are out of bullets you better pick up some knives, government said there is no cure but decapitation cuts through their lies zombies don't love or despise they just want to eat your beautiful brains and tasty thighs

Call me spermicide cause I'm the reason kids die and that's an ill line from a sick mind dig a bit deeper and see what you find I don't shoot up but I have dope rhymes and you'll go blind from bad moonshine make out on the Rhine my etymological flows are one of a kind I slant I slide I have a grand ole time and you're lipsynching like a failed French mime

Life's a bitch and you can feel it but I feel like Will Smith's switch going off without a Hitch Everytime i spit it's an alcoholic Hancock tip, you're as fake as silicone tits on a dumb blonde chick my mind's legit my mood's unfit this hop hip I just can't quit

I got more skills than Taken assisting in rating my raping 10 ft of concrete separates my basement from the pavement going ham like an Afghan caveman whose fam is THE ninja clan and we're selling death by the gram we'll strip the skin from your tan your picture's circulated on the newsstands the reaper dealt the cards I'm just playing my hand got cold cases across the land the shit just hit the fan

Got something new I came up with being bored

She wanted forever but I'm not a timelord hit a nerve when I struck the chord, be forewarned if I get bored I'll rather pull the cord instead of falling onto my sword; chilling with Allah eating marsala pussy covered in salsa, my Wood's mahogany & yours is balsa I sing like a Khalsa HIV positive no falses my wins come from your losses Got the dragon flames like Liu Kang, MOB? Yeah that's my thang, called her on the phone when she asked for a ring, no bling with the same kicks like Chun Li ass & titties no Bun B I'm going OC Sunny D