a machete strapped at my hip I'm in the place to be
reppin brutality faithfully my religion's sin bash a
pigeon in I'm belligerant peace to all midgets in
america with short ligaments do your thing size don't
mean shit any nigga could win talkin out your ass is
great you'll get drastic hate force you to masticate
a fuckin plastic plate i got your brain through
acquisition now you're on the streets smokin crack on
a mission lookin like an apparition your death is like
angelic the splatterin of your guts makes a beautiful
pattern it's psychadelic kiss your last hundred dollars
bye your wallets mine scream holler cry you've been
disqualified my demented thoughts need to be vented
and sacremented your tendons blended is spendid