[Verse 1]

I’m automatically erratically radical 
Ratify my strategy when I’m attacking the capital 
Funny rappers are laughable, you ain’t rhyming you vaginal 
I’m the mass mastermind of mass murder you ? 
So past best my prime I’m international 
I fly casual ? you with the sick three 
I’m magical, heavy blast, machete slash 
Esoteric serve rappers like Steffi Graf 
You’d rather tongue kiss Rosie O’Donnell 
Than face me as your arch rival like BK to McDonald’s 
Follow, peace to my man Illegal 
I got an ill ego that’s illegal in the States, his beat decapitates 
Don Cheadle War Machine great 
I hit the studio at 7:30, leave at 8 
I walked out peace like this , I don’t need a plate 
German engineering steering my own fate
 [bad word] 

I paint vividly vicious equate misery 
That make history like the bullet that slayed Kennedy 
Take viciously, rape, pillage, and make enemies 
Create imagery the second we make energy

Paint vividly vicious equate misery 
That make history like the bullet that slayed Kennedy 
Take viciously, rape, pillage, and make enemies 
Create imagery the second we make energy

[Verse 2]

Ladies and gentlemen, you have never witnessed a 
Rhyme minster whose raps style is so sinister 
Kinda like a surgeon’s incision when I get into ya 
Trying to injure ya, [bad word] that trying to get rid of ya 
I’m inhospitable, put you in a hospital 
When I spit a few hot riddles trying to kill you though 
Give you a lyrical attack, spit it like a MAC 
Eleven, send you to Heaven with seven in your back 
The Randy Couture of this rap culture 
When I’m done nothing left but I wrote yours 
Oh sure everybody say they got flows 
But they don’t wanna test cause they know I start wars 
lot of y’all is wack as [bad word] 
Have you hooked up to machines that sound like [bad word] backing up 
Disaster their [bad word] with no sign of FEMA 
Killed everybody in one shot, Hiroshima
 [bad word] 

[Verse 3]

Hey yo my whole clique get it in, call us grind liners 
You will always be a waterboy for the sideliners 
Fashion designers ask me to do the honours 
Got groupies in pajamas yelling this is your [bad word] 
Royal fam catalogue where’s the co-signers? 
Grown man doing shows in front of all minors 
Sixteen and seventeen call me their favourite 
You know me, Morpheus, I starred in the Matrix 
Modern day ancient racing in spaceships 
You can see Oasis mouthpiece spitting lasers 
High rollers, dice shooters, no it’s not Vegas 
Interviewing famous, how much for them gauges? 
I love it when them haters second guess, underrate us 
Metal Fingers, Rhymesayers, those are my neighbours 
The rabbit in a hat is a chick who Hef made 
It’s Beach Boys surfs up until the next wave
 [bad word]