[Intro Sample]
That really was a Hattori Hanzo sword...

[Verse 1 - Gamemast15r]
I cut sharper than the steel blades of Hanzo Hattori
Cut your hands and it’s boring, mutilate your face and there’s a story
Fuck with me and you’ll die too
Engage in bullet time and dump you in the bayou
I’m blazing saddles, that’s the shit I was designed to do
No reason to lie to you, slow ways to die, it’s that true
CIA waterboarding, I’ll torture you in your bathroom
Hell I’m ill enough to drown a baby at their baptism
There’s no way I’ll act christian, I’m an unholy tactician
I may be a fucking cowboy, but you know me, I ain’t Tony Romo
But I’m crazy enough to smack Shirley Phelps Roper and call her a homo
They see me as the captain of the ship, I’m stackin’ up the clips
Fuck your couch, fuck your friends, I’mma be clappin’ up your clique
If I’m beating a dead horse then I’m killing a stable, willing and able
A violent man, silenced gun and knife in hand, proclamation of a villainous angel
Growing up, I was taught never to back down from a battle
Calvary charge, head first right into their castle
I’m crazy but that’s the shit that changes history
Do anything that it takes to win, I’m the epitome

[Verse 2 - Young Toronto]
Lately baby
I’ve been feeling underrated, underappreciated
Getting less recognition than the less dedicated
Lest we forget about the ones who never made it
And the ones who left their prime and all but faded
My skill with the pen is never debated
Because I back up the bullshit that I have stated
I’m not claiming to be the greatest
But I’ll leave a n***a bloody from a licking like a pussy after she’s menstruated
Who’s got the iller verses? Not you, me, yeah see, your flow is worthless
I rhyme for the n***as who ball until their next whips are hoarses
Spitting that diverse shit
I deserve this
Work for the day I’ll have to feed my Afro-Latino diverse kids
Life’s a bitch, it’s hectic
Before I start this fam, shit
I’ll have to stop coming home smelling like blunts and cat piss
I’m a changed man, long were the days where I’d be running through
A room, on drunken stupor
Acting stupid, in front of you
Then I zoom down the street through a school zone at 72
Only to get stopped by a cop who force me to prop my hand up while I’m yelling “don’t shoot!”…

[Verse 3 - JC Assassin]
I’m a mad, mad boy, lack joy from tabloids
Fly like an astroid aiming at your haploid
Now open up, no socialist trying to social us
On the oceanfront, cracking these skulls like coconuts
The Godfather of the martyr, like Al Pacino
I still will kill Bill, Quentin Tarantino
My accountant is frowning down at your sounding
Put you deep inside the blood fountain, make you start drowning
Irregular for my competitors to be seconders
I bring pain to the chromosome, fuck the messenger
This ain’t a Kit-Kat commercial, bitch, fuck your break time
The bassline hit your face and waistline, it ain’t a hate crime
Check Dateline, I rape the constellation
This a real compilation of world domination
A real rap baller, maybe a rap scholar
I trap collars until I get tax dollars!