8/10


Not bad kid, but*aw shit
Here I am
Going mad to the max schizophrenic
On the jam
With a skirt and sword
I'll go Sir William Wallace*
On your ass
Showing signs of my
Lethal weapon
Blowing rhymes on
Your feeble rapping
And attacking your
Weak paradigms
And sure you can throw in
A couple good punchlines*
But it takes more than that to*
Bring down the man with a*
Few short lived terrorist attacks
I'm the very definition of stacked
And so you
Think your back with a comeback
With fire as bright as a candle
With too much ammunition for
A gun you can't even handle
Slanging hard is for the hardcore
Mind rampant scientists
Like rocks with a loaded revolver
Around the round table
Playing a game in a dicy hangar
That'll prove fatal
It just so happened that I was the*
Bullet within the chamber
You got guts when you pulled the
Trigger, but lost your brains
When I came like a freight train
Only because you thought
Your cojones were bigger