[Verse One: Emilio Rojas/Raks One]
Push the levels to the blood red
I got a style so live that when it comes my time, it's gon' be undead
I run with track stars coming off the bat hard
With a team of heavy hitters from the sandlots to backyards
Act hard but money still don't try me
Cause I fucking hate rap, they call me Bill O'Riley
I'm ill with timing
Pass, leaving gassed rappers assed out
A sinner that'll cast the first stone at a glass house
I got a bad mouth of solid gold
But yo it's powerful enough to tip Stone Henge like dominoes
That's how it goes if you messing with me
My bloods boiling, it's natural I'm letting off steam
My method of speech is villainous but I'm only killing time
I'm iller than cats that's rapped longer than I've been alive
So I'm gon' strike while the iron is hot
And pull your heart strings to leave your stomach tied up in knots
I'm caustic
Venomous in every bar spit
Putting rappers outta they day job like Rawkus
Y'all cats talking?
Trust I'm gon' get you
Keep spilling your guts, I'll mop the floor with you
You're horrible, with no style
My flow's bile, I'm disgusting man, I'm so vile
A known tyrant, I say it raw
Plus, touched so many of y'all I gotta register for Megan's Law