[Verse 1]
You'll get eviscerated and emasculated
When you step to me to battle with the shit you masticated
From the radio, as a rapper you have masqueraded
For too long, my new song, is deadly like the Bubon-
-ic plague; it's called Full Blown AIDS
I'm swinging for the jugular with microphone blades
You can parry and feint, the libertarian saint
But I'm a slice you from your red neck to your Aryan taint
Humanitarian ain't, how historians will
Describe the way I sliced you with Praetorian skill
You're like Midori in ill, Jill Kelly productions
You take it up the ass and on my dick, there's suction
The rhyme construction's, your mom's seduction
I grab the mic and need no fucking introduction
So give it up; you're just a wack failure
I'm unfuckwitable like the pussy of the Black Dahlia

[Bridge]
I'm on some full blown AIDS shit
You can't fade this
Cause it's way sick
You bitch-made trick

[Verse 2]
I fades 'em all like an indiscriminate stylist
Don't give a fuck like an end-is-imminent nihilist
You wanna step to me, then you better be
Of the illest rhyme pedigree, if not then you should let it be
I set it free, what? my style off the dome
Like my name was Ed Truck when I'm on the microphone
Always coming with the hard shit, I think I need Ex Lax
Got more rhymes than Sue Johanson has sex facts
So testing me is clearly a mistake, I'm the flyest
The only way I'll fail is if the test is culturally biased
I'm the illest you ever saw
Your whole style's a scam like subsidized ethanol
I'm f'in all, rappers coming at me with my animal dong
You're taking two in the ass like Annabel Chong
Call me in the morning
Consider this a warning
I'm on some full-blown AIDS shit
I'm out to get paid, bitch!
[Verse 3]
The way I'm coming, yo, this has to be felt
I keeps it tight like a chastity belt
Your shit is weak, son, I think that you better rest
I'm fucking all these wack kids like I'm a pederast
Forget a vest, cause I'm aiming for your head piece
Piss on the grave of your dead niece and said PEACE!
I holds it down like date rape
Since 1994, I've been making these great tapes
But now it's '09 and your boy's out to make papes
Rappers are in danger like sub-Saharan great apes!
And I'm the big game hunter
You don't exist to me, like a hall-of-fame punter
You just made the same blunder
I'm Zeus on the mic the way my lyrics rain thunder!
You just got bested
You better get the AIDS test, kid
I'm on some full-blown AIDS shit
2009 is the year I get made rich!