Tic Toc the clock don’t stop
I got the drop on this hip-hop
Droppin n poppin… lock and load
Highjack the alphabet and make it explode
Then point out all the disgruntled rappers
Half pint snappers
Satisfying my hungry like snickers, disguarding candy bar wrappers

Ready my weapons in thirty seconds
I’ll out rap you even if you had ten thousand lessons
And saw me take part in communion and heard all my confessions
I’ve already asked for forgiveness and repentance
Cause I’ve already murdered you and your best f*cking sentence

The grime of time and the concepts of rhyme is the essence
And the presents of a dangerous mind
The principalities of immortality
Make up the principle of tragedy which makes you a statistic
Of one my fatalities
Cause you think it’s a game til’ you get slapped with reality

Puts the fear of God up in you
No one up in here is going to defend you
Slice you up so bad …even super clue couldn’t fix you
So you need to put down the mic and walk away
This ain’t child’s play…..like chucky
Your lucky, sounds like you practice spittin sh*t at open mic in some bar in Kentucky