It's only fair to warn

I was born with a set of horns

And metaphors attached to my dang umbilical cord

Warlord of rap that'll bash you with a 2 by 4 board

And smash into your Honda Accord with a four door Ford

But I'm more toward droppin' an acapella

To chop a fella to Mozzarella worse than a helicopter propeller

Got you locked in a cellar

With your skeleton showing

Developing anorexia while I'm standing next to ya

Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death

With an IV in your vein feeding you liquid Darvocet

Pumping you full of drugs

Pull the plugs on the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs

Who were picked up in an ambulance and driven

To Receiving with the asses ripped out of they pants

And given a less than 20 percent chance of living

Have a possible placement as a hospital patient

Storing the dead bodies in Grandma's little basement

Doctor Kevorkian has arrived

To perform an autopsy on you

While you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"

Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp

And pulling your Adam's apple out through your mouth

Better call the fire department

I've hired an arson to set fire to carpet

And burn up your entire apartment

I'm alive to start shit

Got your bitch wrapped around my dick

So tight you need a crowbar to pry her apart with