Fruits from a field and it’s the best you’ve revealed

No wonder your scalps gettin’ peeled with 10 inches of steel

And when I say 10 inches I think you know what I’m reppin’

I can’t get off ‘till my male reproductive organ looks like a murder weapon

So start steppin’, you’re far too meek for this fray

There’s no place for style that’s embarrbumed by Kid N’ Play

Like GooseFriedBacon at a picnic, I’ll have you in disarray

You’re a caveman sketching walls, I’m the lyrical Monet

Hate on Ghetto Heaven for the foe that you were dealt

Known as the Second Coming of rap along the Bible Belt

I’m svelte and sly, you? ****, please!

I see you clenching up, but I brought you Anal-Ease

Palm that shaven cranium and force ya to your knees

Run ya colon ragged before I fill ya with disease

But don’t worry! It’s not my from my blood-slicked male reproductive organ!

Might be hypochondria, but it’s cause these rhymes are sick

Get the gist? Waving your white flag like Noriega

Heathens gotta learn I’m the Alpha and Omega