[Verse 1: Trilla D] Beckoning to you I reckon you don't recognize I am the second coming I am the subject of your demise Eradicating your disguises Your facades and all your lies It's no surprise with all my vices You were bound to lose your life Tyson with these punches This ain't a hunch, it's an oath To you honey bunches I'll crush every roach who opposes Lunch in the form of my foes As I make my way to the front Rabbit season, my n***a All I see is these c*nts Flee at the sight of my right hand As it crashes down with the gavel Baffling critics As I exhibit how I dismantle Like that of the upper mantle, I'm flowing Hard as the lower Snowing to show I'm as cold as the shoulders I'm offered Scoffing and laughing at these ba*tards You think you rapping? I'm snapping necks as I banter All I'm hearing is talk And I'm a shark in open water My bite is worse than my bark I'm not scared of your harpoons Soon I'll have you playing the harp [Outro]