I laugh at these wack emcees tryin to get on tracks with me
So savage when I'm ravaging every faggot battling
Smackin whoever rappin in the back with the gun of Gatling
Leaving havoc wreaked calling your downfall a masterpiece
I don't rap for free, if you're askin me it has to be at least half a G
Otherwise I'll snap your knees, especially if you ain't a fan of me
I'm rammin beats, like hoes down on their hands and feet
Your tracks are weak, I'm writing down the lyrics you haven't seen
Except when you're trapped in dreams and let loose a gasp and scream
When I hack and slash your ass you'll have to cease
I'll grab the beast by the throat and start extractin teeth
Then I change the rappin' scheme 'cause it's seemin' bad to me
But it's somethin we have to keep so suck it up and keep rappin e's
Contenders seeming crap to me, I'm banishing these rap atheletes
To the underworld with satan where they'll only dance and sing
Solace has every odd line and I have every even line
