there is no rapper that is like me, dudeI've got an obsession with spicy foodIf I seem rude it's cause the heat puts me in a feisty moodplus my cranium was never tightly screwedI might be coolat first, but I sense when people spite me, whoreally likes me? no one, so I'm always scheming some fighting movesI've got a brain full of frightening truthsthe type that would likely usedeception to obtain your IP, then nighty nighty youyou don't want my heater to pop offeach bar a single wing in a liter of hot saucein other words I pack heat, too much to keep in em', dawg onI spit the fire that leaks from my thoughts dawgand I'm getting first pickins' of the meat, cause' I'm top dogeat what I want dog, equal you're not, nahI'm the type of person that will pee on a cop carlethal, my cerebral is illegal but not barredinstead it drops bars, and no opponent has got fartrying to battle me because I paddled the twats hardI have got no friends, I'm no Al Pacinobut I fire off fire bars, clip full of jalapenosmy malice seems to derive from an unbalanced dream worldnow it reloads, and trust me I'm profoundly evilso when my clip is full, better duck down with speed, yoall I wanna do is rip the innards out of peopleI will pull your kidney out your pee-holeand douse your penile tissue with mercuryand then disperse your teeth down the street, broI prefer to be left alone, set the tone with a verse made out of measelsSee I used to be a loser but I won't still failcause' I got rhymes so hot they break the fuckin' scoville scalea lot of rappers spit heat, but see those skills palein comparison, and this ain't arrogance I just know I'll prevailbecause I know myself, and I know me wellI know my enemies too, I took the hint from Sun Tzuand when the old me failed, it just made me improveand now the new me is so ill, you'd wonder how I live with no pills dudemy raps have been sendin' people to medical firmscause' their packin' in enough capsaicin to cause' chemical burnsgrab a knife and cut you up, I'll sever several nervesand produce these notes out of thin air like the federal reservehas it ever occurred to you how repetitive wordsmetal with your brain, till' your attention is turnedpopular music is of the devil, it's cursedit's designed to fill your mind with reprehensible scurge