Them' rhymes stink more then ya sippin after bacardies//
Ill bury ya ass dead. Then scientificly experiement on dem' dead bodies//
Im as cold as it gets, and aint askin for respect//
If u wanna attack? Then say good-bye to your assets//
Im Einstein, mutah fucka, i use strategy//
to tha dumb mutah fuckas who keep hasselin me//
But stay real, and don't trip//
If you attack me, your drownin in your ship//
Mutah fucka's ask what it'l be if ya got my heat?//
You'l be on that Titanic shit, already under 100 feet!//
You'l be drowned, mutah fucka it'l be set//
Like 'Jack', you'l be frozen than' you'l prepare for ya death//
Heres sumtin ausume.....im GOD sent//
Brain so huge, i got strategies blue printed on my basement!//
Without tha physical me, im already tearin ya//
Im just sendin a warning like Osama does to America!//
And as you walk, im bitin your feet//
Mutah fuckas wanna kno' where im at? There's a reward if ya find me!//