[TALKING]

"A problem? Yeah I got a problem.

Cause. . . I been waitin for how

long for this shit to come out?

Now this the tricks and treats shit ya know?

Now all y'all motherphukkers that listen to it

and I'm sick and tired of

this shit because...

all you wack motherphukkers keep comin out with records!

And guess what I'm about to do?

Guess what I'm 'bout to do?!

I'm 'bout to catch you out there. . .

and chopyourmotherphukkinheadoff!!!"

Who's the jester?

Under pressure?

Not me!

I hate emcees a lot, flee

Escape,

I'll tape your mouth closed

Dispose of your flows

The ones that you chose

Don't compare

Where is your other shit?

When I discover it

I'm shovin that shit

Right back in your mouth,

And start with another kick

Good riddance

Suds of blood like the Red Sea splashes

When I smash kids

Ashes and cremations

We wait in

The torture chamber

Of course you blame a

Brother like Del for murder

Word up, on a mission

It's in my heart

Rippin fools apart

You dart and dash

But I'll remove your heart fast

With my bare hands

Stashed it into their plans

I'd like to see it pulsate in my palm

Squeeze it, squish it

Eat it with a biscuit

For breakfast

You're next if

You step with

Your bright ideas

I might apply years

Of rhymin

Til the time when

I blind men

With a flash of light

I'll blast you right

In the corneas

I'm warnin ya's