Glastinary manticore raps say you've gone to warpaint  I orchestrate tapes to torture fakes on your door dates  And formulate, sound escapes the ground snakes in town lakes  Heavy hammer swings pound fakes until the ground breaks  Your foul tapes, I'm a rap since nineteen eighty-seven  Twelve years of age grabing AIDS like (?)  Yo I tear the stage and build a guild with dissection  Strong willed and skilled and killed your whole dimension  Henchmen, think they're paying dues off the head  I'm sucking venom out of bites through deadly copperheads  Your dead, because the venom's been regurgitated  I've terminated every "Sucka Duck" that perpetrated  Work related, cuz' MC is my profession  Spittin when I rock a rhyme it's never written  I keep em' off papers so there's no evidence  To tie me to the murder of your rap regiments  The body of your composition is what Shamus clutches  Lyrics are the legs and the swares are your crutches  When you battle me it'll be real clear  That I'll leave cats alone watch their life in wheelchairs    When I say a rhyme {Sucka's I drop ya'}  Drain your blood line {Sucka's I drop ya'}  You'll be executed (Sucka's I drop ya'}  Learn from the druid {Cuz my words rock ya'}    Shamus is the god-all step to this kiddo  My styles poisonous just like the Black Widow  Ditto, facts (?) your master copy  Take you back to the lab your raps sound sloppy  Those who want to battle the Teradactyl that's fatal  I'm ripping up your rap crew but burning down your label  Suffocating suckers like yourself is madd fun for me  Tell your company Esoteric is triumphantly  Terrorizing all these dictionary reading crabs  Verbalist lyrical rap just ripped the track              I'm back, to smack all the cats like crucify  The council of kags, shells dented like a nuclei  I'm in the wilderness trapped in a syllabus  For each of these dummies that want me as their ventriloquist  I'm killing this, consorting all my rap critics  At a murder faded ninety-one beats per minute  The body of your composition is what Shamus clutches  Lyrics are the legs and the swares are your crutches  When you battle me it'll be real clear  That I'll leave cats alone watch their life in wheelchairs    When I say a rhyme {Sucka's I drop ya'}  Drain your blood line {Sucka's I drop ya'}  You'll be executed {Sucka's I drop ya')  Learn from the druid {Cuz' my words rock ya'}    Now hip-hop pads I have like ten on my shelf  Make it twelve when I leave the simple-minded cat beside himself  I watch all these so called mic-rippers  Battle the Esoteric and get fed to wood-chippers  Strip his, section add to my collection  I toss a lot of foes in my crossbow's direction  Press them up against a tree and watch the rat shiver  Now it's time to pull another arrow from my quiver  Deliver, a rapier to your trachea  How I'm striking mics it's pysching out Vikings in Scandinavia  Maybe a, apocalypse will guard awful rips  I catch three frames a day like comic strips  The body of your composition is what Shamus clucthes  Lyrcis are the legs and the swares are your crutches  When you battle me it'll be real clear  That I'll leave cats alone watch their life in wheelchairs    When I say a rhyme {Sucka's I drop ya'}  Drain your blood line {Sucka's I drop ya'}  You'll be executed {Sucka's I drop ya')  Learn from the druid {Cuz' my words rock ya'}