Be careful who you talk to 
The places that you walk through 
You never know when somebody is creepin', tryin' to hawk you 
Better grab your gat too 
'cause niggaz will attack you 
And blast you, right behind your back 
'cause the [bad word] 
[Crypt the Warchild and Planetary] 
Yo  [bad word] number four thousand and eighty: 
Record execs are made shady for gravy 
Protecting your neck can save you and save me 
We step on the set, like [bad word] you, pay me 
Give 'em a chance, and they'll take food from your babies 
And stress you out, to drive a grown [bad word] crazy 
Now ain't that crazy? You ain't kiddin', man  [bad word] for cover when the [bad word] really hit the fan 
The snakes in the garden, pray on your downfall 
Abondon [bad word]  it's hazardous, and they can drown y'all 
Exploit your people with a image, they can clown y'all 
The voice of evil in your ear, you hear the sound, y'all  [bad word]  
[Planetary] 
Yo 
Ain't nothin' worse than a sheisty [bad word] 
She'll take cream in your credit, the ice and the whip 
Your life and your kids, you're flippin' your lid 
Kicked out the crib 
baby on the way, you don't know who's it is 
It might be yours, life on pause, nights on tour 
You try to call the [bad word]  but she yappin' the jaw 
You feel like smackin' the [bad word] 
She contacted the law 
Like you never smacked her before 
Why she actin' all raw? 
[Talking] 
[Planetary] 
Yo 
Just to clarify, I'm Planetary, I terrify 
Prepare to die, dawg, but never try 
I am the next millenium rapper 
Got you trembelin' after the shots blown from the stage 
Every sentence I master, [bad word] 
Toxeeded, Philly to Chi-Town town even panics at the ground bleeding 
When they hear the sound of demons 
I'm fiending this seed of blood dripping from heathens 
The reason underground and mainstream had a meetin' 
I'm lookin for liquor to drink away the pain 
But when the store close I cut my wrist and drink it from the veins 
That's in me, Crypt, you you feel me? 
basket case, we take souls from their bodies, a blast of ??plates?? 
On fire for real, and I retire my deal 
It don't matter, I still got wounds and I'm too tired to heal 
Every rhyme is for real, and I'ma break these adams 
I've been spittin' since ninety one, you can't erase this passion 
[Crypt the Warchild] 
Yo 
I see this niggaz, think they big and they bad 
Whylin' out in the club and ??duck?? [bad word]  in bags 
And I ain't even got to use a clip or a mag 
I use a twelve inch blade to split [bad word] when I'm mad 
Let you rot six days, 'til the stinkin' is bad 
Let my pen print rage when it sinks in the pad, homie 
So get it right, I'm a murder machine 
Stampeded through the wilderness to murder your team 
Cats bleedin' like I slit they wrist, burstin' their dreams 
Guaranteeing you'll be feelin' this, superb when I glean 
I spit fire, homocidal, and there's no reasoning 
Get [bad word]  bury the needle, killing season is in 
Headhunt, buryin' people in this steep full of sin 
I'm leatherface with a chainsaw, splittin' your chin 
So don't approach me with no lame talk, as simple as grim 
Unless you like to see your frame choke again and again, [bad word] 
[Somebody talking] 
Now that's what I'm talkin' about, man 
Murder these [bad word]  dawg 
We outta this [bad word]  man, meet me at the [bad word]  bar