I use my voice to spit the fiery frame Try and refrain, dying in vain Soon as I reply [?] I be the nigga in the Shelter who be eyeing your chain

313 area, bound to bury ya with vengeance My rhymes sentences'll put an end to your existence with the rigorousness Niggas, I'm serious, delirious, cause a curious—pause The fury calls from my jaws from devouring y'all raw

You forced to listen to the individual, the metaphysical The Mac Mitten, rhyme ritual, heterosexual Syllables they sound complex to you, lines perplexing you With words that could put a hex on you, snap that neck on you Murder you, boil you, we keep a white boy or two Let my man grab the mic, you see how Bunny Rabbit do

Your style is generic, mine's authentic made I roll like a renegade, you need clinic aid My technique's bizarre and ill; I scar and kill You were a star until I served you like a bar and grill As I proceed to cook and grill ya, that’s all it took to kill ya You better recognize me like I look familiar You wanna battle? You beat around the bush Like you're scared to lick pussy so you eat around the tush I need a clown to push, someone that I can bully Wait a minute, I don’t think you understand fully See me without a style's like mustard without the Heinz I lead the new school, you're a Busta without the rhymes I crush the shit out your line

Now I'm the Rashiki smoking the lick licky Ten freaky girls inside The Chin Tiki Girl, when you see me you better believe me This ain't a game and pimping ain't easy Anything goes when it comes to hoes I'm the kingpin when it comes to flows You better ask someone if you don't know When you see me girl, say what up doe Ten freaky girls, ten, ten, ten freaky girls