Omega

Letters led us better than 2 loaded berettas

Fuck the critic editors attempt to discredit us

We relish using these mic skills to better us

Rappers perish once they try their best to best us

I spit abestos the way i spew my shut is toxic

All night restless itching for a scratch like poxes

Your temptress callin me to molest her yet again

God left a message in my voicemail saying my pens sin

We warred i prevailed and made him give up his powers for lent

Im satan sent the way i conduct these stanzas

Piss me off, hulk out like im hit with gammas

My grammars never off point like my sharpened pencil

15 years from now new artist will use my art as a stencil

Breathe in air and release energy after like a windmill

Your raps are a blemish in the art of hip hop like a pimple

The way you compose, simple, when i approach the mic water ripples

Cripple and MC's squared youre simply not prepared

For a rapper thats worth 2 of you, formal warning beware

Dont dare venture into my lair, me to you, apples to pears

Crush you like a grape then grapple you down a floght of stairs

Im at your throat like the strep

What must i do for you respect

Shred MC's till theres none left

Nonetheless i wont hesitate to behead

And roast em up with fiery breath

I guess its in pieces they rest

I molest the beat like catholic

Stretch around the drums like mr. fantastic

Drench you in kerosene the strike you out a matchstick

Watch my album go classic theyll say my impact was drastic

Dont pass it on as if theres nothing to see here

If that was true then the fucking authorities wouldnt be here

People still mad at Em for dropping some slurs eh?.... well

FUCK that faggot that bitch can suck a dick