[Verse one] See I was born in a zephyr, b**h West wind terrorist Archangel, left wing clipped off by the seraphims Right wing sickened when the lightning struck it So I flew against the sun until it lightened me from it I'm unlikely to covet what you hype from your gullet I'm more the type to re-dub it Yours is trifling rubbish So under this game my name should have a hyphen above it When I break, push its hymen all the way to its stomach Insane hard drive as if the AKA's Lacey And the track was [?] And the rap is a magnum Or the rap is a handgun and the track is Thelma The AKA is Louise and then I'm back with [?] Gatling spitter, eat you cats for dinner Like I'm Jean Yun-fat Cooking rice in the back Still, uh, deciphering that? k**er, a Ku Klux blue blood Filling their wardrobes until their shoes flood with loose guts Ruthless as those people DeVito was with You s*uts take it off, I've been dressed ever since Blessing this canvas better than priests in a sketching cla** Sipping on holy water, dipping in watercolors Gracious Grae, thicker than Tom Selleck's facial hair Wait there, Jean'll remake you like Cape Fear I'll take a cream pie and rub it 'til your face smeared My sense of humour's intense, the cure would be d**h But I'm the sixth sense so, d**h isn't sure yet (Hey! Don't give 'em no more!) What you stopping me for? (These n***as ain't ready for Greasy just to lay down the law for sure!) [Hook]{x2} I run through your hood with my middle finger up I'm that good, that sure n***a, yeah, what? I'm that ill, that girl, man, give it up (She's bad, she's bad, she's bad, she's bad)