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.
(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.