the takeover is at hand the weak are landin in my lap
youll understand my plan when im brandishin that gat
I dont rob no more or steal but I still will kill
yeah wetter than Poseidon when I spill ill skills
while you havin Champaign wishes, im thinkin viscous
my murder mathematics, make men become statistics
every lyric hits like a round house lariat
I swarm the scene like satan himself ridin a chariot
buck your brains and attempt to lick em off the ceiling
thats the dream I had last week it was raw n revealing
I piss in my territory,deterioratin lame guys
fold em like origami, dilapidating fake lives
im saddened to say, how im playin rappers like madden
but I still laugh in they face, n ask em "man what happened"
Ill be the only one smokin blunts during chemical warfare
the last man standin with green,incredible hulk there