Mack Del impetuous
 Tepetuous
 Bust flows ?
 Under fire like appestos
 All MCs grip my testicles
 Let them go
 No  I spread your flow like metal pull
 Utensils such as scalpels
 Over your Adam's Apple
 To make you alto
 Doggin' MCs and feed 'em Alpo
 Your plan backfires to my satires
 Got your flow sittin' on flat tires
 My rogues rhymes rip through your lip when you bite
 Like a lightenin' bolt for a volt of molten mite
 Hazardiest to the average
 Volt and death strike
 To your neck right
 On target
 Bull's eye
 Then deflected off your neck with such velocity
 It's sets the hip hop hostage free
 In the terminal burnin' all MC's brains
 Excellerated agents got you walkin' on canes
 I'll be brief like Hanes
 Mundane MCs get caned to retain my title
 The vital organ donor
 To cut through the bonona
 My escapes let you wave through the masquerade
 Rain with disaster man out in your play book
 Cause they took
 The funk merged with hate
 And then regurgitate
 This concludes part of what causes murder rates to bubble
 Meanwhile I take the shuttle to this girls crib so we can cuddle
 And listen to my subtle rebuttal the butthole

 Hook:
 Words and phrases I prefer to play with
 When occurs when I made it
 It's never outdated
 Help me out (x2)

 Verse 2:
 I stifle your mic hold your grips slips don't let all your chips
 Throwin' away all your tips for thinkin'
 That's dangerous
 Leave that to the big boys
 Sicker than Sig Freud
 Peep, you wanna live forever but take too many chances
 You with many can get a piece of eastside Oakland folks
 When provokin' spoken dialects of broken English
 that distinguish us from y'all we
 Cause raps and own spots on the globe
 And disrobe your bony mediocrity like Socrates
 My Egyptian inscription shiftin'
 Brain cells with sick inflections
 Suckas must be simpin'
 Hop like Lipton
 You'll get the microphone when I'm though if then
 I form a rap court with my siblings
 The sort of thing that keep the crew tight
 Even in it's new life
 You think you're able to label the Hiero sound?
 You still haven't found a comparable variable
 I aim my flows they close in like smart bombs
 Bury ya restricted areas
 Me and my playmates we talented hip hop palatines
 Patteling' to Sharlintons
 Knownin' what we are to them
 Makes us try hard to win
 We attend the track promptly
 Rappers wanna chomp me
 They empty
 I'm mega morph with mega force don't fort deceit the beat i
 I's a treat
 Compete at the war on the weak

 Hook

 Verse 3:
 Del carelessly convorting
 Over more things than tracks
 Your skull perhaps
 Spinal taps vinyl laps over each other you'll discover
 oon enough how tough it is to scruff them bids
 At accsions I'm lost in madness
 Lacadazical but coming back to fade you ALL
 I don't make music for the teeny boppers the coppers and proper booshy
 Y'all can lose me
 Or find me but keep in mind we
 Underground when you get offended
 As you often do when you new comers
 Check the rap scene for a few summers
 Then when it change you shift lanes
 But first you mergin'
 First you was a virgin splurgin' money on P.E.
 Then with N.W.A.
 But too much trouble to play
 Mom on your ass turn that trash down
 Your little brother getting' bright ideas in the background
 He use to war Hush Puppies
 Now he and his homies is dust junkies sellin' crack cross country
 Use to be a momma's boy
 Now you a grown man with no plan
 All alone in the land of the free and the home of the brave
 Free to be your own mental slave
 Del has to have a word with you
 Because you deserve to do what you want to
 But mistakes come back to haunt you

 Hook (x2)

 Microphones settin' off (x2