Verse 1:       Mack Del impetuous    Tepetuous    Bust flows ?    Under fire like appestos    All MCs grip my testicles    Let them go    No I spread your flow like metal pull    Utensils such as scalpels    Over your Adam's Apple    To make you alto    Doggin' MCs and feed 'em Alpo    Your plan backfires to my satires    Got your flow sittin' on flat tires    My rogues rhymes rip through your lip when you bite    Like a lightenin' bolt for a volt of molten mite    Hazardiest to the average    Volt and death strike    To your neck right    On target    Bull's eye    Then deflected off your neck with such velocity    It's sets the hip hop hostage free    In the terminal burnin' all MC's brains    Excellerated agents got you walkin' on canes    I'll be brief like Hanes    Mundane MCs get caned to retain my title    The vital organ donor    To cut through the bonona    My escapes let you wave through the masquerade    Rain with disaster man out in your play book    Cause they took    The funk merged with hate    And then regurgitate    This concludes part of what causes murder rates to bubble    Meanwhile I take the shuttle to this girls crib so we can cuddle    And listen to my subtle rebuttal the butthole       Hook:    Words and phrases I prefer to play with    When occurs when I made it    It's never outdated    Help me out (x2)       Verse 2:    I stifle your mic hold your grips slips don't let all your chips    Throwin' away all your tips for thinkin'    That's dangerous    Leave that to the big boys    Sicker than Sig Freud    Peep, you wanna live forever but take too many chances    You with many can get a piece of eastside Oakland folks    When provokin' spoken dialects of broken English    that distinguish us from y'all we    Cause raps and own spots on the globe    And disrobe your bony mediocrity like Socrates    My Egyptian inscription shiftin'    Brain cells with sick inflections    Suckas must be simpin'    Hop like Lipton    You'll get the microphone when I'm though if then    I form a rap court with my siblings    The sort of thing that keep the crew tight    Even in it's new life    You think you're able to label the Hiero sound?    You still haven't found a comparable variable    I aim my flows they close in like smart bombs    Bury ya restricted areas    Me and my playmates we talented hip hop palatines    Patteling' to Sharlintons    Knownin' what we are to them    Makes us try hard to win    We attend the track promptly    Rappers wanna chomp me    They empty    I'm mega morph with mega force don't fort deceit the beat i    I's a treat    Compete at the war on the weak       Hook       Verse 3:    Del carelessly convorting    Over more things than tracks    Your skull perhaps    Spinal taps vinyl laps over each other you'll discover    oon enough how tough it is to scruff them bids    At accsions I'm lost in madness    Lacadazical but coming back to fade you ALL    I don't make music for the teeny boppers the coppers and proper booshy    Y'all can lose me    Or find me but keep in mind we    Underground when you get offended    As you often do when you new comers    Check the rap scene for a few summers    Then when it change you shift lanes    But first you mergin'    First you was a virgin splurgin' money on P.E.    Then with N.W.A.    But too much trouble to play    Mom on your ass turn that trash down    Your little brother getting' bright ideas in the background    He use to war Hush Puppies    Now he and his homies is dust junkies sellin' crack cross country    Use to be a momma's boy    Now you a grown man with no plan    All alone in the land of the free and the home of the brave    Free to be your own mental slave    Del has to have a word with you    Because you deserve to do what you want to    But mistakes come back to haunt you       Hook (x2)       Microphones settin' off (x2)