Just Checkin' My Microphone Once

As I Check Your Audio

Increase The Bass Response

Hope N The Speakers Blow

I Got No Time To Sit And Flip

And Pop Bullshit

Turn Up Your Stereo Hops

Insert The Rhyme Clip

Roll Your Windows Up

Make Sure It7s Air Tight

E.Q. The Track Exact

So Shit Sounds Right

I Rhyme Of Death

And Darkness And Danger

Your Crib Or Car

Becomes A Torture Chamber

I Write My Rhymes With Violence

What You Expect?

Sounds Of Pain

The Snap Of A Broken Neck

All Alone In Darkness I Sit Each Night

Write My Rhymes

With Blood Upon A Butcher Knife

You Say The Ice Is Ill, And Ill I Am

They Try To Ban My Shit

And I Don't Give A Damn

Roll Up, Your Eye Will Get Swoll Up

Suckers Who Flexed

Yo, Their Deaths Got Tolled Up

Cause I'm Not The Nigga To Toy With

Boy With The Big Mouth

Ya Got Time To Riff?

There's Time To Take You Out

Put A Couple Caps In Your Ass

Cut Your Head Off



Send It To Your Mom With Flowers

Cause I'm So Soft

Lay On Your Wack Crew

Smoke The Whole Bunch

Bury 'em In My Bck Yard

And Then I'll Eat Lunch

Cause I Don't Give A Fuck About You

Or Him Or Her

Whenever I'm In The House

A Death Just Might Occur

Is This Real Or Fiction

You'll Never Know



CHORUS

While You're Locked To The

Pulse Of The Rhyme Flow!



Once I Lock You Up, You Can't Get Loose

You Put Your Head Inside

And I Placed The Noose

The Mic Drips Juice Slow

From Its Steel Mesh

My Words Feel Like Hooks

Underneath Your Flesh

Makin' You Twist And Turn

Scorch And Burn, When Will You Learn?

The '90s Are My Turn

To Pitch A Vocal Fit, Like The Ultimate

Gangster Rhyme, Yo, I Invented The Shit!

Watch Me Dod It, As I Do It

And I Do It Right

Grab The Gauge

Duct Tape On The Flashlight

Doin' The Black Ski Mask