[Verse 1: Demetrius Capone]
Let the life lesson begin
 Recite Reverend White rhetoric then
Be a [bad word] just like Oedipus and
Live by the [bad word] instead of the 10
 Life’s better when you invite predators in
 You should purposely misinterpret the 2nd Amendment
And buy a vest, ‘cause I don’t mean biceps when I mention
 I’m bearing arms, yeah it’s 9/11 again
 That mean I’m fly to the death: fly terrorist been
Sexin’ your ex and her biual twin
 Hittin’ it from the back while I am texting her friend
 I spit this [bad word] live, I exit the pen
I’m a landmine [bad word]  die steppin’ to him [bad word] through with the drama
I don’t mean a ménage à trois when I say  [bad word] you and your mama!”
I’m a, deadbeat dad: I son [bad word]  Every rhyme in my head is an unwrapped gift

 [Verse 2: Julius Luciano]
 I’m a writer, with Mark Twain to claim
 Stark raving angry; I’ll bite you
 With sharp fangs that drain your vein
 I’m flyer; the archangel came to save
 The Dark Ages, like arcades, the game it changed
The ‘U’ Gang, start murdering [bad word] The four of us connect to the beat like heart chambers
 Man, I got shooting guard game, I aim
This king flash heat: I’m LeBron James and Wade
 Listen now you can call it boastin’
 But I’m a superstar; yeah you in awe
 You and all your folks look close
 I’m exuding all this dopeness
 When I flow I’mma move in no emotion but anger
 I can’t explain Newton’s Law of Motion
 But when the tool gets drawn, you be ???
 I don’t like you rappers’ snide attitude
 I knock you out the high-class like you dropped outta school

 [Verse 3: Kenny Siegel]
Y’all ain’t got bars like serviceless phones, yet you think you can bust
 No lie, I got more lines than Cingular does
Don’t get it twisted like phone cords tangling up
 I’m off the hook [bad word]  and I’m far from hangin’ it up
They shake like cellies on vibrate when [bad word] s ringing
 ‘Cause I’ll hit you from long distance when banging a snub
 Don’t question my excellence; me wreckin’ it is definite
Your life will stop when death ends it, by the .38 specialist
Death to whoever think they wrecking it better
 I’m hot as being left in the desert while dressed in some leather
 But cold enough to change the temp: I can mess with the weather
 Have you questioning whether
My jab may be messing with Weather’s
 My pen bleed black poison on inkpads
 The [bad word] I’m on is dope: I need rehab
 No bullet can match how fast I throw each jab
 I’ll hang you by your ankles and use your face as my speedbag

 [Verse 4: Andrew "Dice" Deniro]
 My niggas listen to this verse and see why I’m on some [bad word] [bad word] Won’t stop grinding ‘til my bills on some Cosby [bad word]  I wish you would try to rob me for my rocky wrist
I swing on niggas over ice on some hockey [bad word] [bad word] out to play when the day’s finished
 See the gauge in the vague image of a crazed menace
 You rain and miss shots, race through the rain dripping
I’ll move you into a ditch: you’ll [bad word] a grave tenant
 My medallion is dressed in astounding ???
 Hangin’ and danglin’ from the rocks surroundin’ my neck
 beast on my King Kong [bad word]  pounding my chest
 Constantly bustin’ just ‘cause I love the sound of my TEC
 Listen, got a [bad word] try me [bad word] test if you want, it’s whatever
 Point your Beretta, my knife is still under your sweater
You think you sick, we
 I’ll put you 6 feet deep where the wind don’t blow
 Now you really under the weather

 [Verse 5: Crooked I]
Yeah, you really under the weather
 You should’ve [bad word] an umbrella
 What’s the meaning of handgun?
 Hand a gun to a fella
I’ll Heimlich the trigger, you die choking
My gun got a hole in its lung: it won’t stop smokin’
 My son got a hole in his lung: it was shot open
Bloody [bad word]  when [bad word] is the block’s slogan
 Get your spot broke in
 Get your pockets ripped off
 [bad word] guap stolen