[Verse 1]
I'll murder you cats, throw you in a furnace with a thermos of gas
And disturbingly laugh while you burn in the blast
I burn to relax and hold back
Even in the most perfect verse that I rap
Not even the surface was scratched
I'm the servant of rap who's observiently lurks in the back
Shadows in the game, plotting a perfect attack
You think it's worth it the scrap? I'll serve you so bad
The nurse 'll be asked, to shoot an electrosurge through your ass
This kid blaze's a verse when he murder's a track - spit!
Flames at the Earth till the surface is black - switch!
Lanes and reverse till you swerve and you crash - shits!
Changed, I'm the worst type of person to clash - with!
I'm that sick and cocky to blaze faggots
Display madness, should have me locked in a straight jacket
Straight savage, stage antics, when Illmacs rhyming
Any cat tryin' to act violent will be, flat-lining

[Hook]
The rap giant... fall back, it's raw rap
Stomp tracks and use beats as floor mats
I'm on that West Coast wreck mode
Grab your trench coats, let's go!
The rap giant, this ain't no time to climb the beanstalk
I'll stomp David before he tries to pull his slingshot
To word it perfectly, I'm a sick MC
The rap giant, Hercules of the industry
[Verse 2]
I just escaped my cell after being held in a prison
Well, hell if you want me to tell you specific
I killed Atlas myself then upheld his position
And pushed Earth towards the sun until it melted to liquid
Freezed all seas and turned hell to a blizzard, to hell with religion
But if you meet God, please tell him I'm Christian
Screaming "fuck the police!" to rebel from the system
And look anybody that breathes as an elligable victim
You can tell I been given a gift
If you thought a song was sicker than this
It was a myth, it didn't exist
Now, critics are pissed and beggining to bitch
I'm clenching my fist to punch through bricks
Without bending my wrist
Incredible spits, you should never resist
I threw a man off the edge of a cliff, and said he just slipped
Impressive as shit, bitch, when Illmaculate raps
It's like watching God himself build a planet from scratch

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Even when I'm not in the zone, off the top of the dome
My filler outshines the lines that you thought of at home
I'm cocky I know, but so many copy my quotes
At shows I make audiences my own army of clones
Kamakazee bomber with flows
The type of dominance shown that Gandhi opposed
And him and Ghenkis Khan fought for control
Locking and load, cocking and pull
I swear to God I'm the illest human walking the globe
From eye sockets to toes, I gotta be God look, cuz yo
I reach my hands out and turn objects to gold
With monsterous blows
The Sears Tower in space needle touch
When I hit the ground cause the continents folds
It's gotta be known I'm hotter than most
If I can't be king I'll attache a bomb to the throne
And watch it explode
You don't want no problems you hoes
I'll stick my arm down your throat
And pull your soul through your oesophagus hole
[Hook]

[Verse 4]
It's the rap giant, you need to move
Or you'll one of the people pulled
From between the grooves of my behemoth shoes
Tearing trees from roots, stomping through in season boots
I can freeze the moon and spit a thousand degree's so choose
I hate fakes that act raw, you talking awful hard
But I'll break your glass jaw make you walk accross the shards
Toss me to the dogs, throw me in a prison cell
And watch me with your guards, lock me up and all
Soon I'll be out knocking up some broads
Once I'll kill the guards with this toothbrush
I'll sharpen on the walls
Never fall, within the law, the darkest of them all
I'm the monster in your closet sharpening his claws
Lock you in my jaws while you flail and squeal
Till you die, then drag you to the place I chill
And your blood stains will make a trail
To lead you I left your frame impaled upon the gates of hell

[Hook]