"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,
Now all y'all motherphukkers that listen to it,
and I'm sick and tired of
all you wack motherphukkers keep
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!"
I hate emcees a lot, flee
I'll tape your mouth closed
Where is your other shit?
Right back in your mouth,
And start with another kick
Suds of blood like the Red
Brother like Del for murder
But I'll remove your heart fast
Stashed it into their plans
I'd like to see it pulsate in my palm
Before you bleed, in fact
I'm keepin niggaz outta my head
"This is how you're treated
(this is how you're treated)
When my rhyme's completed
Niggaz get defeated (defeated!)"
Stick it in your stomach and drag your
In sides across the ground
Get 'em at the lost and found
I bet I can belt your brain
When my scalpel felt your brain
It's too easy to buck 'em down
Take his brain and boil it
Watchin who I tell cuz they'll spoil it
Or yo might be the next to keel over
To bleed your chicken feed
When it comes to who disturbs me
I make your life complicated
Emcees get ground and grated
I'ma pluck you from safety