i know what ur thinking im like the KGB,
that bug on your walls fitted with an Mp3,
i got a camera watching you on tv,
studying u constanly disrupting ur privacy,
u don't notice but i notice u,
carefully examinig all the things u do,
when i strike u wont have a clue,
wont be able to handle the pain i put u through,
cause u lyrics are wack they dont mean a thing,
wheares mine have deep impact my lyrics sting,
u cant handle the pain that i bring
u can say what u want it wont mean a thing