Yo I spit intense fire like hired hands ready to destroy your crack pans
ripping your limbs like the super death in the mortal kombat fan.
What can I say, I give respect for the attempts of death,
but you fall short cause your a dog tokin meth
skin drapin like loose towels on your bod,
I rape your ass with white hot metal rods.
No homo though, gotta say it straight
but you son, you love the spray in the face.
Lemme mace you up good, so your blind to the pain
that way you wont see your own blood fall like rain.
Cut you down like slaves cutting sugar cane,
you cant feign sickness son Im rick james.