This girl thought she was nice//
Lemme give ya' a lil' advice//
Before you come at me, try cleanin' up that head fulla' lice//
One, Your minds not alright,//
Two, your rhymes bite,//
get it checked out next time before you try to come to fight,//
pass me the mic, //
Cuz I'mma slaughter this lil girl's life,//
Have to persuade her father//
that his daughter//
Attempted suicide//
You better decide//
Where to hide yo Kid's, ND Wife//
lyrical murderer coming tonight//
Armed with a Mic//
Spitten quicker than lightning//
It's Quite frightening//
Strike Faster than sonic dashing//
in fact you won't see it coming//
That feeling your feeling is me shattering your brain//
But you won't get it, see? your minds' still proc-es-sing...//
I'm splatterin your fame//
dishonoring your name//
violating till you can't even go back to finish this game//
Try to rap//
I'll just attack//
right back again//
If my lines were men//
I'd have a nation formin'//
of assassins comin'//
While you have nothing but a family//
I see you raising a baby//
while I'm training my navy//
Come at me, cuz I got an army//
But The Clock's tickin'//
so listen,//
Soon as I stop the spitten,//
Missiles will be hittin'//
Exactly right where you're sittin'//
Without a second to defend, My friend it's the end
I'll Sabotage an enemy till it's turned to nothing,
These lyrics will have you running'
Like a "Tactical Nuke INCOMING"
