Rappers came with their styles and I left with their heads
 Their crews became victim of the body snatchin dread
 The world is now mine  the world belongs to me
 I carefully planned the extinction of all wack MC's
 Now innocents must prepare for my slaughter
 My style will inherit the world  just like water
 Cover it like sauce  think about who lost
 Niggaz minds was the reason for the MC holocaust
 I'll be the first to admit, I'm on some next shit
 Two rappers stepped up and left bullemic, and anorexic
 I told humans I'd conquer and bomb shit
 Now I stand alone and take care of my continents
 A&R's used to ignore me (yep) realized I was nice
 Now it's no one left here to write my life story
 Ninety-five rappers shelled like pearls
 Hit by genocide, I inherited the world

 Chorus: repeat 4X

 Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard
 "Crews crumble up, under pressure God!"

 [Mad Skillz]
 I came alone, draggin bags of bones
 Slit my own wrists, and bleedin out microphones
 Consider me the MC who lives forever
 Rainin hemlock on niggaz, yes, the God of the weather
 The end of time as you know it without a shotty
 In the simple game of freeze tag, I touched EVERYBODY
 Man's worst creation like the bomb
 Just exist in life form, then I'm leavin town tomorrow
 If I hadn't done it, the world wouldn't be clean
 Now I memorize rhymes, work on my time machine
 Nothin shall breathe, or be conceived
 They shoulda known, now it's on and the world's on it's knees
 I feel relieved, free from their directions
 Now I battle my reflection, ask rhetorical questions (uh-huh)
 My actions, they might make mortals earl
 I won't have that problem, I inherited the world

 Chorus

 [Mad Skillz]
 Now put thought to the word one
 Cause now I got Mad time to think about what I done
 It's too quiet here, I'm losin my mentality
 I'm actually alone and I'm startin to see reality
 No more hip-hop -- what was I thinkin of?
 No more fat tracks and no family to love
 No incidents makin black people tighter
 No more real MC's doin time in the cypher
 No wreckin shows, no more gettin biz
 I fantasize and hear voices sayin, "Yo that shit was fat kid"
 Nothin to look forward to, day after day
 So why write rhymes - who's gonna hear what I have to say?
 And if I do, who's gonna appreciate it?
 Humanity terminated, I'm alone and I hate it
 I lost it all, my crew and my girl
 All because I had to inherit the world..

 Chorus (-Mad Skillz) * repeat to end *

 Uhh.. Mad Skillz.. keep on
 Peace out to everybody that's here
 All the corpses, all the wack MC's