rollin into town with the gun totein hype brigade,
got the wolrd crumblin, from all the hype we made,
MCs and civilians runnin from the very sight of me,
this is a lyrical take over, SO who gonna fight wit me?
pick up a mic and bleed, let the titans sleep,
this shits between the mic and me, fightin lightnin B,
it only frights me slightly, better then what it might be,
but we e PHENOMENOLY BLUDIE, and our words be slightly hyphy,
lil to HYPEd see, im high voltege like lightning, tightly,
virgin scripts? but its brought to life so nastily,
tight as shit and dirtier then anything you bastards seen,
you cant crash wit me, clash wit me, not rap, ima thrash MC,
killin haterz, crew hoppers, and if ya spit trash you bleed,
get MASHED then leave, fuckin mr.patato head MC steppin to me,
get cut, fried, and put in a box, die greasy like miccy Ds.