Yo, Im dancin on your grave like borishnikov,
Ill rip you off,
Leave you in the desert til the voltures strip your corpse,
Then rape your [bad word] wife, until my [bad word] is soft
til the flesh is pealin off,
Im a devil concealed in cloth,
Walk, walk or get stabbed with a fork,
You got a hole in your stomach,
Yo plug it up with a cork, you dork,
Lots of blood loss, red cross,
Couldn't help your dead boss cut his head off, [bad word]  sadistic, the only way,
Ill be remembered, after Im dismembered,
And my bones decay, a rap legend,
To the aggressionary session,
My invention of tension and powerful progression,
Its time, for sick rhymes, lunatic lines,
Hit your mind like with someones strict-nine,
For all the shell, clips and glocks,
You step to me with a weapon,
You'll be reppin your clique in a box
 [bad word] 

The most sadistic, you think not?
You might get shot, put em in a box
We aint playin, we aint rhymin for nothin
Yo this [bad word] is our life, so let me tell you somethin
If you ever diss me ima bring it to you
Got a crew of psychopaths thatll stab you up too
Now say violence (violence), death (death)
Yo there aint nothin left to say, this [bad word] fresh

[ill bill]
Ill kill, you could be my latest victim,
Ill take a [bad word] on your brain and make you sniff it, [bad word] on your [bad word] [bad word] and make you lick it,
You [bad word] maggot,
You probably [bad word] one hundred [bad word] 
Your a [bad word] thug that loved jail and love gettin your [bad word] [bad word] around here actin hardcore,
You never did dirt, you gonna get hurt,
Pull up your pink skirt,
Your pink pantiesll get your whig damaged,
Go eat a [bad word] sandwhich,
I cant stand this [bad word] 
Make this [bad word] vanish from the planet,
Ill hit you like a ton of granite
Get your blood splattered,
Face bashed in, you cant win,
Ill stab you in the head wit shishkebab sticks,
While watchin mob flicks, nasty like armpits
When I be suckin on you moms [bad word] 
She my [bad word]  she on my [bad word] 
Tell that trick to stop callin my crib,
Whyd you say she wanted to kill the [bad word] 
Smokin green clove, walkin around town flossin the free clothes
Doper than special k explodin in the fiends nose
 [bad word] .