your called the people,but i'm about to kill you with no sequel,
when a man can't take anymore,he flips,
what you want to die with a knife or ice pick,i'm sick
derranged in the head,
plus i look good with cheese like hard dough bread,
so many ways a man can die,
this ain't jadakiss don't ask why,
i am this way, i'll burn your flesh till it turns into decay,
and swing a SWORD,
rip your liver out slash your scrotum,and tear out ya spinal CORD,
then i scramble,
i'm hard to control like a two year old given a bmx to handle,
that's why i'm on prozac,
to calm me down where my ho's at,
i'm a hermit,
give me some skunk i'll burn it,
give me a magnum i'll blast,kill your ass,
shatter your anatomy,
i'm paranoid the whole world's after me