imma xplode, burst, disintegrate cawsin dem splinterz ta get thru' ur nervez,
spitz dat rapid it'll land on ya lyk mirvz/
muh versez r sum lyrically disturbd element,
which'll restrict yo' men-ta-l dev-elop-ment/
dis aint no poetry,itz jst a complicated way ov describin,
sum fucken perfect wordz at fucken perfect tymin,
az i spit, u'd feel da hot, flowin thru ya'r vein,
ur musclez rottin, u'd slowly startta feel da pain,/
u'd tend ta go ol insane, until yo' brain cumz ta kno it,
muh name wud flow agnst ur blood, curvin veinz zigzag,/
yo' trust me i hav dis thing colld "homo-phobia"
ohkay,lemme b kind, y not a dildo fo yo' mom, az a mem-o-ra-bi-llia,
each ov dem wordz in muh spit, hitz ur brain lyk sum lyrical slingshots,
faster den light,it'll go thru, until ur brain rots,
visit a palmist,son, u r ta face it fo real,
da last lyn ov ur palm goin' short, it'll sho dim dat zeal,/