It's the return of the man you never met and still envy/
Guaranteed to spit heat like Russian Roulette with a semi/
Except I don't empty, never stumped, he jottin' with plenty/
Emcee's plottin' to test me get Punk'd Moore often than Demi/
I want you to tell me, why I'm not in every top 10/
Cause I don't talk Glocks or cause I rarely stop in?/
Cause my sh!ts top notch and you wish I'd drop dead?/
Or cause the jots I drop are too high atop your head?/
Now, should I dumb it down and start twistin' the truth,/
Begin spittin' simple punch lines like most these b!tches do?/
"Just call me Captain Murder, I got guns that go POW!"/
"And I'm pushin' more white than your local Snow-Plow"/
No, gangstar ain't got the "know-how" to front in any way/
Cause he done seen how lies can result in many graves/
You insult me when you say I'm only flowin' here with lies/
Never happen' like the caption of Banks goin' queer with guys...
