Let me sign your death certificate, while I rhyme wit intricate rhythms,
Get high off weed and Ritalin.
Every line gets written wit blood and comes from my mind
Which is riddled wit dark alleys in which I’m living inside.
U try and find another misfit who attacks vicious
And slaps bitches for not doin the damn dishes.
Now they say I’m young and misogynistic
I tell all my critics to add that to the list of they hate-filled opinions.
I know they probly got enough, I’m a giant try and size me up
I be cruising high, you come up short like midgets on amusement rides.
I thought I told ya before, I’m known to put holes in ya dome.
Wit the same hand that’s holdin the globe.
No self control, I’m loco holmes I go by the name of Rampage.
After one uppercut u’ll wake up wit stitches and band-aids
In the ER, wit a nurse callin u sweetheart,
I eat hearts like the Aztecs, you wanna be next keep talkin
I used to have ready to die in the walkman
Just a small kid wit a big heart filled wit dreams.
Now name ya top 5 I will kill the king and take the crown,
Choke rappers wit two chains and not hear a sound.
My year is now and I smell the fear is out.
I come from a new breed, so those who never knew me
this yo introduction.Tell me how it feel.
To know that a kid wit nothing is gainin mass appeal
Witout industry dick suckin.
Fuck that. I’m bringing big pun back.
That 96 live shit that u ride wit, try and keep me quiet.
ima stay defiant.

Stab u wit a kitchen appliance
U tough guys that’s snitchin get tongue tied
Like bitches who suck right
Every time I pull out the iron straighten the lines.
Every time I touch the mic man I’m likely to blow ya mind
It’s a thin divide between politicians and rap flies
U both buzzin to HIDE the truth I guess lyin Is what you do.
But I take pride in my lines like a lion up in the booth
U try and overthrow me homies u dyin to lose a tooth.
Ima breath of fresh air taste it and tell me how it is
when I get in the matrix I’m 1 thru 10 no mean to offend
I’m drillin condoms inside a flawless Godess
U feel claustraphobic round my dick than get off it
I been in the game for years like Paul Pierce
But I’m takin it back like Doc Brown at 88 miles
Don’t run up in my face displayin dem fake smiles
I done had it, fuck it I’ll slap ya nana
The xanax get’s smashed up when I go on random tangents
Tell sister janette to
hop on my balls and bless em
Prescription pills till I’m plastered like the wall gettin lightheaded
Niggas want beef I dead it, the shit that leave you senseless
That’s your death wish, no happy endin mothafucka
ya moment of zen before u tucked into eternal slumber.