Kill' em

Let me take a second, to step up to the mic and wreck it

With style and the rhymes perfected

Everything I say is infectious,

With sentences of death like the state of Texas

Or aids for breakfast

Cause out the womb I knew my vision

Pursuing music like the youth is for a new prescription

Rudely spitting slews of ruthless euphemisms

Overdoing writtens, spewing venom at you gimmicks

Abuse em, leave em bruised and sickened

Black and blue, but the booth is crimson

Cause the minute that the track is finished,

Grimace acts of passion are practiced and comitted

A menace with a knack for the raps like a pack of swishers

And back with a vengeance on a mission to attack your children

And Kill' em