[Verse]
The eye in the pyramid
Killing with the definitive enemies
n*ggas staying hidden from the criminal
n*ggas be primitive, flow on a idiot
This for the faggots that think I ain't lyrical
Wrap a rap, send it back, it's a wrap
Every n*gga wonder where it's at
These cats got pus*y in bags
Cause one hit wonders, dead off Percocets
Rap style sound like it from the Northeast
And for the n*ggas talking bout me where your source B?
Winning to rid it
I'm pinning minute to minute
Diminish ready to finish
This is the man and the menace
I got a matted to filling
I got a manage the witting
I got the patted division
I bitter, batter, and bit it
Want a Patek, she want addy, she so grabby
Diamonds on me, n*gga stop with all bragging!
At a angle, my anger anguish, on hooks
But on line, I'm a angler, pus*y boy strangler
I'll hang they'll cranium by a anchor
b*tch, I ain't a gangsta, but if it's banking
That bends and breaks my attention
And I make banger's and mangle fast rhymes like a panther
Going against a stripper dancer with Parkinson's man
And I'm making advances, hang man
Take my word, by a reindeer's antler
Musta knew something was wrong
When the girl on 96.1 wasn't playing my song
Beyond all, my log cabin I ordered near the lawn pond
Was not near the place it belongs
And it comes to my mind that the dumb little blonde
Was responsible for it, when before I was bout
To walk out the door and she stuck out her tongue
I slapped and called her a "thot"
She called me some what a monster
I hit her with a baton, and threw her dumb ass
In the trunk of a Toyota truck
And honestly it's cliche to say I put my di*k in her esophagus
I'll die rock hard in her, bury my c*ck in a sarcophagus
It's ominous that ya wallet is bottomless
Flow sick, yes, it's vomitus, the air about me like desert dust
Some n*gga asked to moi to freestyle
b*tch, I'm anonymous, who I am judge
These n*ggas couldn't rob a jewelry store with a faucet son
Coming from n*ggas, that think they f*cking wrist
Is on a tsunami, hoe shut ya asses up
Fore' I "Throw Ya Gunz" like Onyx sung it
Do like ya grams son fell on stairs to shoot
I would have to plant death in a step
But don't follow like kids to new father do
Nobody can stop me
I'm on my Busta Rhymes sh*t
As soon as I bust a rhyme
These hoes bust on my di*k timely
Here's a sign, when I buzz, B be out the hive, B
This is what you call a god flow
So praise "THE GREAT" highly