out tha do'\ ima let ya know\ u nuttin but a Punk,-zilla//
u got flo?\i slaughter mc'z like a pro\, call me tha funk killa//
leave u in a slump\like forest gump\when i dump nigga//
grippin tha pump\and bout to get crunk\, freezin ya tikca//
creepin\to leave u leakin\bulletz skeetin\thru ya temple//
seekin\to silence u from speakin\ deletin\ ya mental//
mystic\and futuristic\might describe my twisted\ linguisticz//
i gets cannibalistic\turnin u to a statistic\goin ballistic//
like ramirez\my venemous lyricz\ choke u up when u hear it//
i smear it\u fear it\and in a minute flies your spirit//
aim steady\becuzz im deadly\slicin ya flo'z with a verbal machetti//
sicca than freddy\spittin homicidal medleyz\& starvin for tha fetti//
im gettin tipsy\tha situationz risky\when im off tha whiskey//
u wanna stikc me?\where ya clippz be?\leavin u cursed like a gypsy//
tha kool aid dispenser\with tha infared sensor\makin my flo'z intenser//
gunfire commencer\while u denser\than a two year old bottle of engine cleanser//
call me tha blood spurta\hemoglobin squirta\takin tha shit furtha//
im that hollow tip slug disperser\leave u sleepin good like Serta\91siccness witness punkzillaz lyrical murda//...............
let tha pollz open