[Refrain]
Pen predator
Pen predator, et cetera, et cetera (7X)
Pen predator, et cetera, yeah right

[Verse 1]
N***as know it's about that time, without a Schoolly D Gucci
I pop that pussy-ass rapper and leave it up to Luke to "Pop the Coochie"
Truly a wretched steelo – kept you 'Under Seige' like Seagal
'Cause I housed more n***as than that faggot named RuPaul
Y'all all suffer the consequences
I dispense dope sentences without a prescription
Prefixes asphyxiate bitches who flips linguistics
Representin' the West, relevant to relentless sentences
If renegade rebels resent this wicked syntax (then jack)
Revert to revolution, Ras reverse, reverberates
Revolvin' with written retaliation, rate repetitious
Reflex flex regret, n***as regress to less than recoup
When recording, I wreck records – reflect stupid
It's so much more than just another rap and sample
'Cause I model more styles than Naomi Campbell
See, we been burning idiots with lyrical Syphilis
Since E.S.T. was Ackniculous, the nickel slick meticulous
Ventriloquist, when I throws my voice over the Western Hemisphere
While my peers step over a Trail of Tears
Go get a job as a chandelier, wit' a glass jaw like dat
I brings the impact to fracture mandibles
And manhandle the youth
Since my mental exceeds every MC, I've perceived credible
Now becomes edible, kid!
And yo, I'm D for wreckin' when reputations collide
But zhoom dum da dum, dadada dum dum
Suicide, it's a suicide
[Refrain]
("Pen predator, et cetera, et cetera") – repeat 10X
("Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah right")

[Verse 2]
I pull bitches like a lesbian and could come the fuck off with a vasectomy
In depth, I be deeper than Bo$$'s "Recipe"
Incite recitation
Forever Ras 'Rock Steady' like Buck
When breakin' on ducks who get props by association
But if ya lyrics suck, then fuck ya record label's juice
Ahk, I rock Hip-Hop non-stop and got more juice than Snapple
Intricate to simplistic, stylistics I solicit
It gets n***as open like fallopian ovulation
Fuckin' these kids like the Michael Jackson molestations
Sendin' ya back as the U.S. Nation did AIDS-infected refugee Haitians
Uhh, yeah, n***as, so what's the haps?
You could put up ya dukes, but in the West they bust caps
So bulletproof vests is the only way I'm gone miss, but peep this:
My mental's the bullet, my tongue's the finger that pull it
Check the method –
"Soundtrack Voodou a and Bamboo like 'Strapped' come better you"
Oh, sorry – verbal dyslexic:
"You better come 'Strapped' like Bamboo and a Voodou soundtrack"
And make sure not even one bar sounds whack
'Cause we take the best shit and make it classic
Word to Guru, take two fuckin' pulls, and pass it
That's it
That's cool