i'ma kill this niggas dreams, like the bullet that went in dr king
i didn't know fags got belts for getting pounded in the anal ring
then cork his head till his last memory spill, soaked in seroquel
put him back in pleasantville with a glass of nyquil and his anxiety pills
right by the bloody mill on the hill where many holy wars were fulfilled
nada but waste hanging from his waist displaced in purgatory
between the inventory, and doctor vulture's laboratory
how you try to father my style and end up on maury?
claiming you tried to stay low key but got fame from rock like barry gordy?
kid i'm over your head, land of the dead, put chest to defrost
mouth and italian bread, pillow over head, neck getting flossed
bed and tomato sauce, breaking news: thatKID was beaten and eaten
by a pack of heathens possessed by demons, armed with a pack of wheat thins
ya niggas sleepin', i put tusk to dusk and bloody ya umbrellas fellas
to let ya see this fruity rican's nothing more than an aurora borialis
but back to thatKID, and his lame lines about time and mimes
fuck i'll salivate, mortify and break you down with enzymes
till you're small enough to crush between the structure of time
