[Verse 1: Dice]
Check I say yo
They say Dice is a wacko
'Cause I be eating MC's with the rap flow
Spitting and chewing like it's tobacco
Pulling chicks with my chain like my neck piece is a lasso
Y'all never have cheese you got me thinking you lactose-
Intolerant got a problem prick holla then send hollow tips from the llama Bitch swallow them
On my buck getting and trynna fuck bitches shit
You n***as gay you prolly on some fuck bitches shit
Listen trick
I be spitting that raw so when I'm spitting they listen in awe
They all listen and nod to each sentence I'm the sickest y'all all know
And you n***as is soft just in a closet like y'all clothes
I'm trynna see how quick my biscuits can send a prick to the crossroads
Then take his bitch and see how much dick can her jaws hold
And y'all know that is this writer is sick
I'm ominous bitch squadrons split when I'm in this bitch

[Verse 2: Kenny]
In Long Beach n***as'll leave your melon gone
I ain't a killer but I'm heated when ever this villain roam
'Cause you know when in Rome
Some of you n***as is soft as a silicone I be feeling on
I'm hard as if I'm finna bone
Don't play with my dough my fuse shorter than a gnome
Get placed in my trunk though that's my whip's ceilings' home
I give a fuck what you jot or say you ain't bout to fuck with me
I'm not for play
You think you gutter quit
Y'all misdemeanor cats, cats with the demeanor of a miss
My ringer doesn't miss
It'll leave you under six feet of dirt me and my clique be the worst
We'll even stick up a bitch
Tell her play like exotic dancers, honey strip
Play like it's third down to inches and run the shit
I'm on some nun shit someone no one is fucking with
A hundred guns a hundred clips I'm never coming unequipped
Bitch my flow crack
Come get high sweeter than pumpkin pie dark as the sunless sky
My guns they riddle minds like conundrums
I don't like cops so for pigs I brung the Steyr
I can grip and click a trigger way quicker
If I'm feeling your ring, n***a play Jigga run the rock
Speaking of rocks the ones I rock's the same color as Paul Bunyan's Ox
I'm Paul Bunyan size
[Verse 3: Julius]
Check it yo yo
I'm a black Mac gripping tactician
A practitioner of mass killing and the ass whooping craft listen
I plan missions the execute my weapon shoot create led showers
Bloody baptisms
I'm finna orphan your son
Force a sore through your neck your air divorcing your lungs
Stick a fork in your corpse dude you done
When I'm vexed I'm Attila-esque, yo we morph into Huns
It's war where I'm from
You foreigners exploring the slums get hung
Your taste buds get tore from your tongue
Spray snubs in the day slugs ignoring the sun
To the floor n***as plunge!
I'm a lunatic truly, a loon a tic off
I screwed a tip on my dome it's fake and I'm noodleless
Futuristic computer chip in lieu of my medulla shit Julius Lucci's sick
My thoughts alluding sense
Teach you on some guru shit ruthless rulership
Student sit and listen you're under tyrannical tutelage
Goons move in unison my crew emits luminescent exuberance
Consume the gloom soon to 'cause a lunar eclipse
Tell the moon to quit!
Get a glimpse walk in the room exuding glitz
We can play ball my crew's equipped
I ain't gotta shoot
Pass two Glock's to my two dudes that's two assist
[Verse 4: Demetrius]
You know what I say
This rap game
The maniacal scientist iron-fisted
Tyrant shit Leviathan in Goliath's image
I admit it I invented the rhymes you try and mimic
It's like I was frozen by the science of cryogenics
I'm mix between a witch and a pick 'cause I'm wicked and vicious
Rhymes in hieroglyphics rip shit defying scientific logic
I'm a pirate mixed with a giant misfit the sunshine I eclipse it
Try and diss this and guy and click click
You dying instantly or we can try and mix it
Now as the soul of Attila possesses me
And my clique feed me lyrical weaponry trough mental telepathy
Yes indeed
This is the part that's more darker I carve my sword sharper
A carnivorous the art of war author I spar with four partners
I'm fast as lightning
Get your ass whooped twice they call me Cassius Tyson
I'm the life snatcher
I nine eleven your flight dressed as the sky cap
The terrorist hijack ya
Kamikaze attack you come back from the life after
Posses a ink pen and ghost write chapters
Now let me consult my mental Thesaurus my mental's a storage
For organized metaphor
That metamorphose into a visible portrait
I paint lyrical thrillers
With syllables I'm the first n***a serial killer!
Archaic hella ingenious
Serve you in every language from ancient tongues to regular English
I don't just rip fellas to pieces
Female rappers should live a life of celibacy
They never should freak with a fella who eat chicks
Never settling beefs squeeze the metal you meet with the devil or Jesus
Check the records I buried MC's in the deserts of Egypt
And built pyramids over their skeleton using telekinesis!