Call me the serial rhyme killer. Mic cord strangling, mangling, tangling, you in the web, nigga. Your head is dangling off of your shoulders. 'Cause my mic told me to do it, 'cause you wasn't a true soldier.
I was an outcast, outsider, trouble maker. A lost soul, outta control in danger. Didn't have a care in the world, my feeling were numb. Never showing emotion, it's easy for some.
(Sen Dog). Hell nah, you can't handle a man of my superior strength. I've been rockin for years, now it's time to go to length. Bitin emcees in their tracks I stop em.
Yes return the last dragon balls of fire. Back to attack and sharp like barbed wire. The ruff rugged male human black alien. My style's foreign compared to an Israelian.