its been a while since the Don has dropped a mean Line
im hungry for mc's so im gona call this meal time
cuz its time for this lyrical machine,amok aint no has been
im more f***ed up than the language used in a shabeen
so dont tell me,you gona try to expell me
you gota biga chance of letting deaf man tell me
how in the f*** he got robbed by a Cruzing Penelope
my words give the darkest demon a trechary
of nightmares,so evil i gorge out the eyes of Angels who might stair
like kasi at night,theres no whites there
my rhyme scheme,is full of lyrical fenes
my unthought of words still wana join my team
beat milky mc's,till they turn to cream
i'll vapourise any thing i touch into steam
my lactoes,intoleres,rhymes are for fatsos
I'm Hell Boy,i eat you up like Nachos
better whach what you say mother f***er im not you
i'll use a whole boxing team to knock you
talk shit bout you to your girl,so i cock block you
tie to you to a falling plane,thats how i drop you
we aint part of the same flock unless your of this post
i dont even see you know more like a reflection of a ghost
this is a Network game and amok is the host
i'll pa** you so fast you'll turn to toast
i like chicken mc's so i turn em to roast
i'll flow more than the animals in the coast
i dont floss,i dont brag,but i shine and boast
there aint no real mc's no more i've killed em most
there really aint no other Welkom mc's who can take
the preasure,unlike me,under it they break
so many have cum and gone im here to wake
evry living soul out there who might be small or great
i talk shit,walk all over it to squash it
if your chick was at the bottom you still wouldnt top it
so im out,this is last rhyme that i ever drop
i've turned all chicken mc's to sprinkle pops
this is the reason,why im creating a killing season
my army's killing tactics are for ever pleasing
so let me,discect the Hip Hop nation
i'm intreagued by my rhymes like fasination
i choke life out of chicken mc's like masterbating
then Don is here,nomore need for waiting
