[sral]

I’m a menace villain, my pen is sick and spilling, my lyrics killing
Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceiling
A niggas willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling
Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin then I’m filling
the clip with a written, can you picture my pistol drilling
A million women and children when I’m illing but it isn’t real, it’s a rap
On the real, it’s a wrap..
how could you possibly stop the Apocalypse when I’m atomic bombing the populous?
Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid popping the Glock at his
moms And his pops then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking his
slaughterish documentation of lyrics I write with confidence
Write like a columnist slash novelist
I’m in this game to demolish it, establish my dominance
Over prominent rappers you popping shit to ya opposite
I can spit ominous so spit politics
Now I’m Haile Selassie, Gandhi and Pac of this
hip hop genre, bitch!