I always come back vicious like the curse of the mummy

Put your eggs in one basket and I’ll stomp ‘em all runny

‘Cause when I drop a verse it’s always straight money

You’re calculating THAC0, I’m rollin’ natural twenties

It gets bloody, the way I leave your rep muddied

Shame you so completely it leaves your face ruddy

Slump to the pub to get consoled by your buddies

A meditated murder now used as a case study

Ya too young, sonny, your rhymes need to mature

I’m God and rap is Mary, I put in the tip and leave her pure

But she swells up as a star heralds my legacy as secure

And kings come bearing gifts at my progeny’s allure