i show up with a dozen-rose/
to hos house, they say im like banjo kazooie, ''Girl he just nuts and bolts''/
im fucking cold, like a necrophiliac/
such a clepto-feeling-cat, how i come and steal-the-match/
im bringing kneelin-back, pray to your god-on-the-7th/
that i dont murder you and make em pull your body-to-heaven/
i promise-ya-peasants, ill teach all of the novice-a-lesson/
to never 'cross' these 'fuckin kids' like the topic-of-reverands/
im got-an-aggression, stop-ya-suggestion, no-i-wont-lay-off-him/
till im like a tire swing, slowly-breaking-off-limbs/
kobe-raping-goth-twins, wont get more coverage-than-me/
my styles like newborns, you cant be fuckin-wit-me/
turn to cannabilism like i got nothin-to-eat/
'curb stomp' you in 'cross trainers' just for runnin-ya-teeth/
so please-stop, or get ya cheese-popped/
ill bebop all over you until ya knees-lock/