yo look crappy head joe Brandfort's bitch//
stop replying like a snitch or you gonna get a stitch//
my capabilities make your mother want to blow me//
and your father wants to slaughter me for making his wife a subject of my polygimi//
hold it jimmy// you don't even know me//
the last time I had a bad breath was when I ate human flesh//
for my ceremonial trash// the swordsman killing fresh//
I'm chilling with my boy Julius Ceaser// and I can see Ca**ius holding the Gladius//
and shit is about to get serious// and I have it all on hold//
while my buddy Van Gogh paints a picture// of me writing a deadly scripture//
preparing your body for slaughter//
You are the source of my laughter// cause my attention you are after//
bitch a**//