[Verse 1] Back at it again Vandal with the life span Track's slapping again Like Samuel and Diane Damn, this sh** is Cayenne co*ky as Curtis Jackson My body of work is canon Like Samus with the right hand You're f**ing with the most savage of the Trilams I'm showing 'em something mindblowing as Zapruder As Smooth as Grand Puba rapping with the Sprite can I stay a step ahead like the clapping of a white man Y'all don't wanna cross swords Drop it like an aux cord That's something y'all ain't got the bollocks or the heart for I shut 'em down like a modern mom and pop store 'Cause I'm doing damage you don't have an Otter Box for Not even God or the Mighty Ducks could challenge My style is Ill as the Buyers Club of Dallas Page with the Diamond Cutter To make you Steiner Brothers see why I'll survive through fire, blood, or ballots [Scratches] [Verse 2] I barely made it through my terrible twos Drinking amniotic fluid in America's womb Half man, half animal that stares at the moon Son, I'm hotter than the bottom of a h**n spoon Y'all so jelly I'm smooth as petroleum The next one that they'll try to shoot at the podium Shifty a** motherf**ers, you'd lick linoleum Just to get a little bit of cubic zirconium You want to shine, got to get that dough My man's and them turn your face into tic tac toe Got a lumberjack with an axe to match Hack and slash, what the f** I need a six pack for? So watch how your chain reacts to the Saw treatment And y'all see that faking jax gets you Betamaxed But when the tape's elapsed, you're gonna need a doctor, a nurse, and security like Animaniacs