fuck the institution, burn it to the ground and let's get to lootin' / then we get some sick producin', start working on a new solution / stop spittin' that pollution, nothing ya saying is amusin'

Don't need a new plan, I got more blueprints than Jay-Z/ arrest ya, lyrically stress ya and then I'm Swayze/ I got fly schematics, your shit is junk up in the attic/ you bad at it, didn't Sublime tell ya not to start static?

I want to infect celebrities with tha AIDs virus, I'm talkin miley and billy ray cyrus / nothing ut hate inside this, yah try to diss / i leave ya a broken man, gonna need to make a new plan / no room left in this rap game, yah never gonna know fame; punk bitch only got yourself to blame

Call the Discovery Channel, 'cause I'm the East Coast choppa/ I'll have ya in pieces and stack you next to Jimmy Hoffa/ Your rhymin' is Playskool, while I work with pro tools/ I keep my threads new, you look like your momma still dress you

the only undertaker ya know is a wrestler, ya both fake / got nothing at stake, pockets empty of that paper /nothin comes out ya wallet but vapor, can't even afford shake n' bake / dumpster diving for a scrap, ya never even on the map

You shoot blanks, and I shoot from the hip/ I let my gat talk until I empty the clip/ Too much slip from your lip, had to put an end to ya/ made you pay the last tab, now only the undertaker can tend to ya/

i don't start beef, i end it / leave your face split, look like a pussy but no queef / just blood and brains, leave you girl with heavy emotional pains / i shoot like eastwood, take away your girls livelihood.

You startin' beef, and I do but keep the piece/gat in my back pocket, clip rolls 10 shots deep/you pack Super Soakers, my heat's heavy like a sumo/ better leave the hood and run back to the whitest kids u know.

no expiration date, i'm immortal; give ya cement jordans, leave ya breathin with a snorkel / gonna catch you like lieutenant gordon, guide you to tha pearly gate / don't be late; ya gotta get to tha bitch ass awards / i eviscerate ya with liquid swords, entertain ya fan cause ya leave 'em bored

My rhymes is great, you need to check your expiration date/ take me a week to post because your fruity content is hella late/ I'm the future, it's only natural for you to bite me/ you need a suture for the wounds I'm inflicting on your psyche

i bought a million dollar house; no cosigner, driveway so big it fit an airliner /i smoke nothin but that grape ape, wear nothin but that bathing ape / you nothin but a nerdy fake, got your parents credit card; you got nothin at stake / take you a week to respond; you always late, spit my rhymes no editor, i straight dictate

Lyrical Nostradamus? You can't hang with real rhymas/ You dropped the ball, and I watch the clock like Big Thymers/ Rhyme scheme rudamentary, need to take ya to elementary/ consider this ya first lesson, this schoolin' is complimentary

i'm the lyrical nostradamus, you spitting dumb verses like llamas / only thing youll be editting are orders for ronald, while ill still be making deals with guys like donald / trump all your plays cause i'm ace, all yo' efforts goin to waste / bust yo' face; cause i throw fists, leave you sprayin nothin but red mists

Talked to a burnin' mic 'cause I spit hot fire before you was on/ You going down like Moses, and I'm gonna laugh when you gone/ You ride coattails, homie, I GhostRide the Whip/ checked your 'gust' on the forecast, you was only a blip

talked to a burnin mic similar to moses, heard tha word of his holy flowness / told me tha secrets of tha rhyme, now my flows are so sublime / ride a beat like the zephyr crew, spittin rhymes that ya never knew / you always gonna be in my dust, you a breeze; i'm a gust

Any girl I want, I can take her to bed/ I'm like Sandman, but dreams ain't what's fillin' her head/ then she sleep like the dead, I go bone another bitch instead/ chickens cooped up, homie, and they need to be fed.

take a girl to my place to blaze, then i give her face a nice glaze / erotic noises coming through purple haze, big dick block her airway / oh shit killed the bitch, gonna have to fill a ditch / up with dirt and ruble, not interested in feelin no dudes stubble

I'm a master of ceremonies, you the master of disaster/ my verses hurt ya, leave you in the hospital covered in plaster/ I get bread like Mrs. Baird's, you just cuttin' the cheese/ you on yo' knees, searchin' for the crumbs that I leave

you graduated; i'm a masters class, something you never gone pass / i'm droppin the denses verses, leavin mommas call hearses / spittin' weak ass prose, you ain't ridin' no flows / rhymes can't make cheddar, you're always gonna be a debtor

graduated with honors, I'm a real road scholar/ got my heart on the street, you come from an office like white collar/ you ain't baller, only Mayor you know is John/ as for my vitamins, ask your girl what kind I be on