In your mix about to be spread...
That sounds like some shit a homosexual said right before bed
I'd ignore the advances given the circumstances, unless you wanna chance it
Its romantic to compare me to Chuck Manson, opponents found in the back of a coup smellin rancid
The more amped I get, quicker to flip, you niggaz should be ready to panic
Not ready, get thrown off the planet, fucka tombstone, you under the granite
I'm talking to YOU holmes... Like E.T. nigga how you figure to phone home
In a zone blown facing the unknown, some prone to turn BITCH when ITS ON...
Me? As an O.G. I work more like a light switch, ignites quick
Leader of Men like Leonidas, Gladiator, raps are greater so are the number of rabbid haters
Gravitators to paydirt, sometimes what I say hurts
I only display the worse if you say some shit first
Now disperse or get merked, your whips a hearse, eclipsed the need for a nurse
So then we lift turf, ease you under the earth's crust
Never again to surface, whenever I pen with purpose
Every rhyme I write should end with two serpents...