I'm prolly what you'd call a

Record industry population enforcer

I slaughter like a hunnid rappers each quarter

In order to keep the shit in order

Track wack niggaz down from borda ta borda

Just like the stories of the hare and the tortoise

The rabbit was faster but fell asleep in the forest

But lost cuz the Tortoise had endurance

I always stay focused the longest

I promise I could battle any artist until they just get exhausted

and forfeit

Wit actual supernatural forces

I'm a Horseman from Hell

Immune to the garlic water and the crosses

After the last album I went thru a metamorphasis

And probably fired more niggaz than Doug Morris did

I kicked the dead beats out

Turned around and switched my whole team out

Now I got some bangin ass beats now

It paid off

Cuz I came off

Like Adolf

And I could murda any mutha-what camp I concentrate on

Wit the first strike

I'm so nice

I could exterminate

More suckas than the 1st Reich

The way I burn mic's

I've been accused of bein all hype

All bark and no bite

Every night I got into a bar fight

Defendin my title

Cuz niggaz was like "Yo, yo, I ain't feelin ya shit"

And i had to beat they ass wit Tae -Bo

Read somewhere that I was wack?!

Musta been a typo

Out of a grand i got 755 votes fa

Freestyle Champion

2 years in a row

The type of rhymes I be spittin

Ya'll suckas ain't even close

You wonder why I do dis?

I do dis

Because I find it therapeudic

For all my entusaiasts to love my music

You stupid

My brain's fasta than Craig cimputers

The microprocessor's submerged in cryogenic fluids

On some rude shit

Put doo-doo on ya boot

And tell you you betta not use