{Verse 1: Doms} Yo my dome is wicked And its infected with a potent sickness Tried coping with it But sometimes i need to go ballistic I'm drunk driving on this road to riches A lot of rappers wanna make it But they ain't willing to go the distance U need to know your limits Or they'll leave u cold and stricken f**ed in this game Now you're some lame labels choking victim I don't wanna sell my soul cause thats a low decision But i want my family comfortable up in the home we live in So i keep flown viscous I know i'm sick Haters blow a dick I don't give a f** about your own opinion So gather around Listen to what this poets written Till i got u fending for the lines like a coke addiction I got better flows and the sh**s true The kid is extra cold like an eskimo in his igloo I've seen a lot of things And you'll never know what i've been through So i'm shredding up these beats like i'm steady holding a ginsu Let me go up against you And i bet you're losing Cause when i drop a rap I'm always shocking cats with no electrocution I'm not a person but a deadly mutant On a rebel movement,executing And beheading all these petty humans I got the weapons shootin Like i'm teddy nugent Your pathetic efforts useless Any crew can get it stupid I ain't dumbing down sh** to make it less confusing I'm tighter than a leather suit These dudes are just a nuisance And whoever invented music Really set the blueprints We kept it movin Now its turned into a revolution I wreck the booth until they wrap it up in caution tape I'm putting cats on ice so go and grab ur f**in hockey skates I have to puff a lot of haze to keep my sanity And i don't speak to god Cause he don't feel the need to answer me I'm trying to feed my family Hustlin and grindin Any another alliance Really shouldn't f** with these giants We rugged and violent The type to start the ruckus and riots Fluke rhymers getting screw drivers Stuck in their eyelids I'm nuts with the rhyming Pure dope is what i'm supplying So when my album drops i hope the people rushin to buy it