Stealing your beat, never clearing no sampling
Panhandling, I'm despicable murderer like Bloody Bill Anderson
I spent my rent on hookers and gambling
Vanglorious, I'm Professor X, Brother J, yeah I'm X-Clanning 'em
The Reaper hanging out on my block, begging to pay me a visit
Sometimes Death be on my front door like, "Knock knock, who is it?"
Quotable in my rhyme book, nobody lyrics is harder
Even if my penmanship look like a retarded kindergartener
You could feel the negativity surrounding my aura
Touring the world, turning cities into Sodom Gomorrah
I'mma smack ya and torture ya
I'mma smack any fan that's supporting ya
I'mma smack your engineer for recording ya
It's true I'm alive, I ain't die yet
I'm old school -- I say shit like 'bust it' and 'get busy' and 'alright, bet'
No I'm not sensitive and I'm not emo
But I'm flyer than the flys on the corpse of Rudolph Valentino
Everything I spit is rough and rugged
I got female groupies could rip you in a battle just because my dick touched it