Seton Hall slime buckets, what's up?
Dirtbags
Stinkboxes
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, we got goons
Check it
I just wrote this rhyme
And if I mess up I don't care
So kill yourself

Terrorize your whole click
Make you suck on your own nips
Now spit the cancer out
Grab a Glock, call me Sir Manson-a-Lot
Blow your brains on the seats
Varicose veins on the streets
Cocaine, dust, and weed
Kill you slowly it's a must you bleed
Pop a vein in your skull from the stress
Feelin' numb in your chest
Anxiety attack
Murder you with a variety
An axe, a MAC, a blackjack, or bat crack
Right up inside ya damn head
For talkin' shit about this kid you bled
Sadistic and red
My biscuit pumps lead
Cock it
Obnoxious
You're chopped up
In boxes
I'm toxic
My topics are gothic; Morbidity
You can't get rid of me
The reason there’s humidity
You're spit to me
So kill yourself and write a note, right before
The noose wraps tight around your throat
Your windpipe is choked
New York is filled with transvestites in coats
Trenches, wenches controlled
And sacrificing goats
It's death
42nd street derelicts
Reppin' it
Selling shit malevolent
Mad felons, kid, I got 3 in the fam
Me and my man we'll beat you with hands
Leave you beneath the sand
You're sinkin', quickly
I'm thinkin', I'm sickly
I need medication the cadavers are gettin' stinky
You're weaker than a pinky
Strangle you wit' a slinky
I'm schizophrenic with a gem and I link
I'm schizophrenic with a gem and I link G now die
Drinking the bile out ya pancreas, the fanciest
Cancerous talkin' lyricist pack a shank on the hips
You're a skanky bitch, slit ya wrist, clitoris
If you're inhibited I'll piss in ya syphilis incubus
Mr. Death, Dr. Demise, Surgeon Slice
You'll die really slow if you don't appreciate life
You're wack if you don't appreciate knives
The way a knife slices precise it's trife it's a demonic device
The chronic you light inhale for those in jail
To those that beef get impaled and buried in snails
My brains charred like burnt flesh is charred (scarred)
Ripping ya breast apart digest ya heart

Don't care if there's a bunch of y'all
Get so mad I'll punch the wall
Make my knuckles swell
Who gives a fuck if you smuggled dirt
What the hell do I get from it?
Being rugged's in me like the bile in my stomach
From all the pain I got, let the violence numb it!
Anesthesia for the mind
Filled with anarchy and crime
Exhale
'Til I'm in the next jail
Like a sex sale
You're not permitted
To live kid, God forbid it
You ain't got a minute
Forty seconds left
For you to step
Before you see Megadeath in the flesh
Twenty four inch blade
Flavor like Orangeade
Watch the street corner call in a coordinate
Courageously
Cracks contagious G, slavery
Of your brain my cocaine bakery
Is how we make a G
When I drop my shit
I'm confident
'Cause I talk it plus bop with it