My matics' have the right poise, when a bullet 'sticks it to you' I'll give you static with a drum voice
I'm pulling AK's, clapping with the right poise - and it'll 'clap in black's ear so loud' he'll be hearing nothing but the matic's white noise
I have guns, my aim will burst - my complex ak47's will kill you in a complex - I'm killing this laymen first
And when it comes to hip-hop, you'll never pertain to worth - I'll dig up so much 'dirt on black' you'd thought I was a Ku Klux Klan member saying racial slurs
Against me? You're in a bracket of hell, like 'Illmaculate's commercial attempts' I don't know if your tanget will sell
One word from this faggot, and my matic will dwell - I'll ‘put black in a box'...isn't that the color of the matic and casket as-well?
When it comes to matics, my rounds will duel it - I'm the type to 'bring a gun to a knife fight' and clap and pull it
I got matics hotter than Sandra Bullock, - while this pussy's the type to play Russian roulette...without a bullet (LOL!)
My matics have a dragon cuneiform, I spit hot matics - while this faggot's rapping putrid poor
I'll let the matics blast though your door, - and I'll clap you with 'every weapon in my arsenal' wearing a afghan uniform
I'll grab the Ak47, and shoot with lots of raw, - my gun's name is Todo - it twists with a soft bark, - while this bitch is a putrid knock off dog
My bullets are like newspapers, your column's useless snob, - and I'll grab a gun from my Mustache (Musk stash), - and you'll think I'm Adolf Hitler from the Jewish Holocaust
When i shoot matics, my bullets will be heavy - I'm putting this phat ass on the 'balancing beam' this duel will be his levy
I have surprise guns, I'm cool with the confetti, - and I heard you got sonned, and 'fell to your father Resin (Raizen)' like a knock off Yusuke Urameshi
I'm certain I'm very witty, it's like I'm GrimmReaperZ - I'm burning you with clip heat
My matics are burning you up shit's creek, - I'll kill 'black out with the beam' like I was purging in your city
