"A problem? Yeah I got a problem.
 Cause. . . I been waitin for how
 long for this shit to come out?
 Now this the tricks and treats shit  ya know?
 Now all y'all motherphukkers that listen to it
 and I'm sick and tired of
 this shit  because...
 all you wack motherphukkers keep comin out with records!
 And guess what I'm about to do?
 Guess what I'm 'bout to do?!
 I'm 'bout to catch you out there. . .
 and chopyourmotherphukkinheadoff!!!"
 Who's the jester?
 Under pressure?
 Not me!
 I hate emcees a lot, flee
 Escape,
 I'll tape your mouth closed
 Dispose of your flows
 The ones that you chose
 Don't compare
 Where is your other shit?
 When I discover it
 I'm shovin that shit
 Right back in your mouth,
 And start with another kick
 Good riddance
 Suds of blood like the Red Sea splashes
 When I smash kids
 Ashes and cremations
 We wait in
 The torture chamber
 Of course you blame a
 Brother like Del for murder
 Word up, on a mission
 It's in my heart
 Rippin fools apart
 You dart and dash
 But I'll remove your heart fast
 With my bare hands
 Stashed it into their plans
 I'd like to see it pulsate in my palm
 Squeeze it, squish it
 Eat it with a biscuit
 For breakfast
 You're next if
 You step with
 Your bright ideas
 I might apply years
 Of rhymin
 Til the time when
 I blind men
 With a flash of light
 I'll blast you right
 In the corneas
 I'm warnin ya's
 So take heed to that
 Before you bleed, in fact
 I'm keepin niggaz outta my head
 Outta my head
 Instead,
 they bled
 They dead,
 call the Feds
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 "This is how you're treated (this is how you're treated)
 When my rhyme's completed
 Niggaz get defeated (defeated!)"
 I wanna push and shove
 Take off the kid gloves
 Tearin the terrorist
 Where a fist
 Holds a dagger
 Stick it in your stomach and drag your
 Insides across the ground
 Get 'em at the lost and found
 At the police station
 I'm patient
 I won't get you yet
 So no sweat
 You're no threat
 I bet I can belt your brain
 When my scalpel felt your brain
 You convulsed
 No pulse
 We lost him
 Cost him his life
 Phukkin around
 It's too easy to buck 'em down
 Let 'em drown
 Face down in a toilet
 Take his brain and boil it
 Watchin who I tell cuz they'll spoil it
 They might reveal
 My anger is real
 Keep your lips sealed
 Or yo might be the next to keel over
 or Murderous
 Refer to us
 When you feel the need
 To bleed your chicken feed
 Yeah, plead for mercy
 Before I burst free
 I'm blood thirsty
 When it comes to who disturbs me
 I make your life complicated
 Emcees get ground and grated
 While they waited
 In the lobby
 It's my hobby
 It'll prob'ly be me
 Who sees your knees
 Buckle-
 Phuk you
 And your duck crew
 I'ma pluck you from safety
 When I break free
 [CHORUS (4x