[Verse: MC Babo]
They haven't created the backup where your fate changes
You'll continue night after night without being able to sleep easy
Like a furtive hunter I now extinguish the enemy
With shots issued by my mic's strength
I have MCs disseated as décor in my living room
They're battle trophies from which their size didn't fit
Without guts, their shrapnel would appear to be like blank bullets
Compared to the fury of my rhymes, big guns
Like a hitman from the mafia I have a list of errands
So be prepared for the bitterest shot
Because I carry such violence in the essence of my verse
That by my side the famous Charles Manson looks like a girl