Step up, one and all, check out the life of me /
Check it out, it’s free / no entrance fee! /
I sit in this darkened room with only a bottle of beer / for company / ready to sting / this thing / like a Killer Bee / send you into Anaphylaxis / make you feel anxious / as I inject you with my callousness / sick of these WASTE MC’s / directing their shit at me / on the daily / grind of the thing they call lifey / come on StylaZ, don’t get hasty / you know I can easily / merk you lyrically / or literally / so don’t fuck with me / I don’t need a van full of troops / to get my point made. In lieu / of the past, I won’t stop / you know this from day one / I out do / you on the regs, but let’s not review the past, and don’t worry I’m just passin’ through / and your bitches know to switch sides / when shit collides / ‘cuz all your fam does is chat shit / like a girl guide / tryna sell cookies. You know me, I’m strictly confidential / and confrontational / in my business / but I must prefer being inspirational / educational / rational / motivational / you cross me again and I’ll slice / your thighs / with a scythe / leave you to writhe / and cry / then I’ll surgically remove you from life / with my rusty / but trusty / Swiss Army Knife / your bullshit is rife / maybe I need to emphasise / that you need to recognise / when you tried to paralyse / me. Instead, I K.O’d you like it’s televised / So, get your facts / straight fella, or you’ll feel the impact / of this axe / when I attack / you like a scene out of the House of Wax / and I can still spit riddles / that’ll cripple / you like bowling balls, and you’re skittles / my flow is a tumour to your brain stem / but still, I await your reply from these 13 Bars of Mayhem …
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