My verbs are disturbed

My curse words are hurtin your herbs

Alertin the service bringin marines with kerosene flasks guns and masks jumpin through glass with sick 229's and mp5's

I rapid fire bustin sprayment

When I was a baby my pacifier was a grenade pin

And yes I'm from tampa

No I'm not a buccaneer but I'll be buckin near your main arteries ya fuckin queer

The sun is here

Cover your eyes

All my attributes is dangerous

My moustache is murderous

My hipbone'll send your clique home with they ribs blown back and they wigs sewn to they six pack

Cartilage in a gift wrap

My cartridges click clack

And leave you and your bitch clapped

Now ya bitch ass need a neck brace with a chin strap

We swing machetes at crews with little ice picks and niggas round my way call me the cuban missile crisis

My raps not for emo kids

My flame thrower leave you bald head like chemo kids

I ain't a gangsta and a gentleman

I'm one of the two

Don't open doors for bitches

So which one do you choose?

Playboy make you steak sauce

A-1 you gay soft

Not travolta but which of my hos'll take your face off

We got the cake off

My money stacks make the rubber bands snap

My number runners gettin bundled with no goverment tags

Ain't no 20 80s split better give me half

Or you can get your jaw split

Courtesy of vinnie pazz

A-O-T-P or D-E-M-I-G-O-D-Z

Either or with C4 galore heaters pour

Got the fever for some thick skeezers and a need for whores

She got a apple bum so what the fuck we need bonita for

Rappers try to pull my cards I gave em a shuffle

Gutter mouth took their bodies so I gave em a shovel

Runnin ten laps in a second

When I'm rappin on records

Came in the game in '98 and I'm already a legend

Back in the day me and dutchmaster schemin just to get in

Now we slingin wacks from 813 to the gremlin

Hook line and sinker

My hooks and lines'll sink you leagues under the sea

Up my sleeves up under the fleece

No tricks just a loaded piece

Chrome heat

Put you in a coma sleep

With a combover to cope with holes in ya cheek

And I don't care if you worship

I'll put a bullet in your temple

Leave you bent and crippled

Wife and kids get sentimental

Ya best soldiers incomparable to my b-team

Fuck nas mission impossible be my thief's theme

Each beam I aim multiplied by 8

You gettin fucked on ya album and gettin raped on mixed tape

I kick with a flipped face targetin system

Heat vision like the predator

I'm slaugterin victims

The harder I hit em

Nigga the better they know

Call up the reverend and we bringin holy shit to ya show

These holy clips leave you holy split

Every ho I hit get baptized in holy water comin out the hole in my dick

I stay holdin my dick

You thought I wasn't one of them

Spittin phlegm on bibles in gods crib right in front of him

I'm ice berg but not slim

More like this hyper shit that sunk the titanic

That irreversible damage

There's no recovery possible

No nurses no hospitals no stuffed bears and get well cards

Just celph spittin hells bars

You grew up on a farm with the amish gettin they goats from

I'm from the dirty south but I'm clean so call me soap scum

I'll sell the same shit twice

Double dip it and reup

I ain't married to this rap game

We ain't signin a prenup

You up late watchin raunchy cable

And I'm a creep behind your couch and crack ya motherfuckin skull on the coffee table













                          Thanks to Brian McGough for these lyrics