Helter Skelter, read all about it   Bury me six feet deep underground with a   Tech 12 and a tweaked up sound system   Watch pavement pound till the ground splits and   Spits up my corpse intact   Mic cord running through soil where my Jordans land   Chilling in my B-Boy stance   Dream killing emcee’s trying to eat off rap (please)   Break bones like Steve Seagal scraps   Your sixteens tickle like keyboard hands   Style ain’t fly like seagull flaps   Moonwalk out the booth. Tune out your tunes   F--k trying to record tracks…   Take this as a warning like 5:46 in the morning   D-Sisive here to destroy trash   The forth letter like Detroit hats      Beat goes boom like bullet goes bang   Cock back: ready to spray   Heads go nod like bobble-head till…   Every neck in the venue’s sprained   I step on stage, spectators rage   Hands flying up in air…   With “Oh’s” out their lips: Toes bouncing then…   We kill ‘em with some filthy s--t   Like this…      What it don’t mo—erfu—er, I’m against the grain   Shotgun bucker, one pull spills your brains   I’m from the block where they slap box and pack glocks   Brutal   Hot sidewalks could cook noodles   Pen game insane, I scribble the riddle   Reign untamed, you lames cannot drizzle   Official, I can’t be stopped   I cause wrecks like Brandy stops off ten brandy shots   Alcoholic, gutter emcee   No matter how you call it, pull g-ns, take wallets (run it)   Soon to be big like Chris Wallace   Hopefully bigger, get brolic, I choke me a ni—er   Go loco, throw away tres-ocho   Shoot dough-doughs, hollow points slay po-po   D-Sisive, Detroit connect   G-nmen waving techs when we take your checks