[Verse One] [Journalist 103]:
My spoken word is fascinatin' the most
It's a Holiday when I rap so just call me the Ghost
I'm the Gentleman side of the Gangsta for really
I'm a peaceful dude that's why I carry a nine milli
Don't be silly son I'll embarrass your squadron
My words are heat seekin', lockin' on movin' targets
I rips on the daily
I'll make you look more of a bigger fool than Benzino battlin' Slim Shady
I'm the mixture of Biggie, Malcolm and Makaveli
Shuttin' down shows By Any Means Necessary
Warnin' all guys, deserve visually rides
On whoever or where ever wackness resides
Go with the side and make it a wise choice
Before I do you like D.O.C. and leave you without a voice
Rip out your larynx, Adam's apple and all
You gon' need a voice box to attempt to get your point across

[Verse Two] [Mu]:
You sassafras ass fags done got gassed
Ran upon the wrong two n***as and got masked
Yo, I keep that battle axe swingin'
Tell whoever signed you, resign
Cause I ain't leavin' nothin' alive to be signed
The sickest n***a you got in your clique, he's mine
Bring paramedics and anesthetics or he's dyin'
Don't stop, you drop in from the cop keep firin'
Black band over that bag so keep drivin'
Look Al Qaeda, this is Somalian street pirates
Tell the pres we ain't terrorists, we tyrants
I do this all the time, you barely a hype man
Who the fuck you think you're scarin', wearin' them tight pants
Your life span just might end in my hands
This a black dance and you don't fit, white man
See I stand ready for action, no mask
Just a .44 Magnum chrome ratchet
No plastic, one blast and that's it, closed casket
You just witnessed your own funeral, broke bastard
Classic