What a rush,
inhale the crush,
never needed a crutch,
a master like Dutch,
Turn this mic to gold, with a midas touch.
commin through in a clutch,
seems Im a little too much;
For all of yall to handle,
burnin both sideds of the candle,
you mishandled the scandal,
Im ready to dismantle, destroy,
deploy the decoy,
the real McCoy,
that'll make you jump for joy.

Dont try to follow me,
 theres no way you could possibly,
deal with the atrocity,
that drops with my philosophy,
Rhymes I can spit em,
Poisonous like cobra venom,
with poise destroys the competition,
fuck that noise, Im on a mission,
of Antagonistic nature,
inhale the vapors,
I dont wanna be your savior,
My own souls in mortal danger,
So I spill my soul to strangers,
on stage or on records,
my boys an I wreck chords,
an you can keep the mess whore,
Im jus tryin to beat the the best score.